#ghostsofpunk
It starts with a thought,
And you think almost nothing of it
There's poison working it way
From your brain to your heart
Pumping black blood
Through your veins
By the time you bleed,
It will be too late
She's not the cure,
She is the strain.
And you feel it in your bones
It won't leave you alone
And you chase the only escape
From the constant pain
And you love every sick second
All the terror and the tension
So you've got this nervous tick
And you just can't control it
That's her working on your last nerve
She's flirting with disaster
Her love like a pathogen,
By the time you have any symptoms
You'll have one foot
in the gave
She's not the cure,
She is the strain.
And you feel it in your bones
It won't leave you alone
And you chase the only escape
From the constant pain
And you love every sick second
All the terror and the tension
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 9:29 AM UTC
If only I could bore
Into your skull
Hotwire your thoughts
If only I could crack
Open your chest
Steal your heart back
If only I could tap
Into your spine
Turn that noodle to stone
If only I could slice
Open your belly
Show you what guts look like
If only I could tear
You another hole
Would you put my love there?
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC