You could tempt me to the crease of a cliff
and I'd follow your scent mindfulness dismissed
I see your danger
The neon signs
but like an animal I trail you
sure to meet a dismise
I let go and plunge
A slave to lust
while you have me at the end of a loaded gun
My eyes begging you to pull the trigger
and deliver me to the only true forgiver
You are see through plastic
a worm in my casket
whispering sweet nothings that fail to hold my fantasy
I just want your frensy
The exchange of lonesome cleansing
That leaves me bitter and nasty
The kind of love I live to hate
but when you can not have the real thing hate is the only cake
I swear sooner or later they'll burn me at the stake
Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 8:50 PM UTC
You could tempt me to the crease of a cliff
and I'd follow your scent mindfulness dismissed
I see your danger
The neon signs
but like an animal I trail you
sure to meet a dismise
I let go and plunge
A slave to lust
while you have me at the end of a loaded gun
My eyes begging you to pull the trigger
and deliver me to the only true forgiver
You are see through plastic
a worm in my casket
whispering sweet nothings that fail to hold my fantasy
I just want your frensy
The exchange of lonesome cleansing
That leaves me bitter and nasty
The kind of love I live to hate
but when you can not have the real thing hate is the only cake
I swear sooner or later they'll burn me at the stake
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