| These eyes I see don’t even remind me of me.
|
| I want to put the knife in and make you dirty on the inside.
|
| I want to see you crawl on your hands and knees.
|
| Beg for me.
|
| My fate rests in the arms of hell.
|
| I bought the dead and now they’ve come to collect.
|
| By darkness enslaved with the heart strings of sorrow.
|
| I sold my soul and solemn darkness fills the hole.
|
| Part of me sleeps and part of me dreams.
|
| A mouth full of rumors hands full of daggers in a room full of mirrors no god,
|
| no savior.
|
| My own indifference is what separates me from the pain.
|
| Razor blade victims breaking the skin just to pour the hate back in.
|
| Just to pour the hate back in.
|
| I want to see you crawl on your hands and knees, beg for me.
|
| Beg for me.
|
| These eyes I see don’t even remind me of me.
|
| I want to put the knife in and make you dirty on the inside.
|
| I want to see you crawl on your hands and knees.
|
| Beg for me.
|
| Pushing the needle through the stitching has began to wear.
|
| Only I can tell you when this sickness will end.
|
| My fate rests in the arms of hell.
|
| I bought the dead and now they’ve come to collect.
|
| By darkness enslaved with the heart strings of sorrow.
|
| I sold my soul and solemn darkness fills the hole.
|
| Part of me sleeps and part of me dreams.
|
| A mouth full of rumors hands full of daggers in a room full of mirrors no god,
|
| no savior.
|
| I want to see you crawl on your hands and knees.
|
| I want to see you crawl on your hands and knees, beg for me. |