| poetic madness drains from my mind.
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| you’ve fucked me there too many times.
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| heart in throat.
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| I’m all choked up.
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| I wish I was.
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| now give me sanity.
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| this is the love I can’t control and now you’ve lost it.
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| and you’re just so fucking crazy.
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| you make me crazy.
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| dopesick and depressed, but she’s magnetic.
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| she’s so magnetic.
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| you make me crazy.
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| you make me so fucking crazy.
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| a bittersweet orgasmic mindfuck
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| or the smoothest sheet of something stainless will pleasure me for now.
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| and now I find myself where the needle was too weak.
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| and now I find myself where the razor couldn’t speak.
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| now cover me in your green essence lovely.
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| distance where I can’t touch you.
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| that’s where the gun will touch you.
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| paint up that pretty face you’re something I wish I was.
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| paint up that pretty face.
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| give me this agony.
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| paint up that pretty face.
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| her makeup smears away with the tears.
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| that eye-liners runnin and she’s runnin away from me.
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| the lipstick stains like gold and for that moment I wanted to be her.
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| feeling how I failed her.
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| and now the drama bites hard.
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| you’re the poison in the bottle in that just knocked me out.
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| a simulcast signing off yeah mind controls a bitch.
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| I’m on that downer depressant.
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| that overcast chill and she’s just so fucking sexy.
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| yeah. |
| lips like sin. |
| die like sin.
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| I’m on that downer depressant.
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| that overcast chill.
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| she’s dressed in black and dressed to kill. |