There's a certain type of vileness,
Only seen inside her iris,
The dagger lips and forked tongues,
Only add to the surprise
That you believed she was genuine,
But the detail's where the devils in,
And I can see it all clearly,
In the feature of your face.
There's treason, ****** treason,
In every single reason,
Why I love you, I still love you,
Won't you come and stay with me?
In this house I have built,
From the cards up my sleeve,
And I promise it won't blow away
As long as no one breathes.
There's a certain kind of violence,
Only seen inside his kindness,
The wine is spiked and the roses,
Grow sick within our minds,
The worm that flies in darkness,
Laying eggs in broken hearts,
Plants its seed inside of me,
Left me labouring the dark.
There's ****** ****** ******
In every single word of,
"I love you, I still love you"
What a tender little curse!
Why don't you spit it in my face,
From the depths of you lungs,
I'll be waiting in the bedroom,
Just to catch it with my tongue!
Jun 17, 2021
Jun 17, 2021 at 8:08 PM UTC
There's a certain type of vileness,
Only seen inside her iris,
The dagger lips and forked tongues,
Only add to the surprise
That you believed she was genuine,
But the detail's where the devils in,
And I can see it all clearly,
In the feature of your face.
There's treason, ****** treason,
In every single reason,
Why I love you, I still love you,
Won't you come and stay with me?
In this house I have built,
From the cards up my sleeve,
And I promise it won't blow away
As long as no one breathes.
There's a certain kind of violence,
Only seen inside his kindness,
The wine is spiked and the roses,
Grow sick within our minds,
The worm that flies in darkness,
Laying eggs in broken hearts,
Plants its seed inside of me,
Left me labouring the dark.
There's ****** ****** ******
In every single word of,
"I love you, I still love you"
What a tender little curse!
Why don't you spit it in my face,
From the depths of you lungs,
I'll be waiting in the bedroom,
Just to catch it with my tongue!
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