Lyrics Broken Things - Belle Morte

Broken Things

Your voice is a venomous sound
And you talk, oh, you talk a lot when I am around
I know all your scheming
All your dirty little secrets
So sweet as truth never could be
We are one, we are one on one you’re lying to me
You deceptive creature
Think you can control my weakness
I’ll do anything you want
To feed your appetite
To get things right
You’re never satisfied
You’re putting up a fight
You can not win today
Broken things get thrown away
You’re seeing a monster in me
But I’m not I am not that bad you want to believe
Now I undrstand that
All your virtue is misleading
You think I am totally blind
But I see oh I see right through thoughts that you hide
Stab m in my back
Then run away and leave me bleeding
Old bloodstains are never red
They rust, they fade to black instead
Old bloodstains are never red
They rust, they fade to black instead