MetalPSYDuck
Member
I thank you for the scars
They are the lines that grace my wrists today
Have you come to collect the heart
Of the ghost you left of me?
The purest cloth drapes sinners
Fetid shove of lifeless need
In my heart she lies embedded
But I know she'll never set me free
Fire burns my blood when I touch you
Your heart bestowed upon me,
Now I prayed for a fallen angel
with worn out wings and a vampire's smile
I was sent a broken angel
I'm still alone on this crooked mile
She's beauty and death
Take my last breath
I'd gladly give it away
She's wet on my lips,
the scars on my wrists
inflicted by her misery
So I'll speak in fragments
My daily crucifixion
You can't hold me anymore
Hanging from your imaginary halo
The problem with the dead
is they always come back again
coking on your imaginary halo
Save your screams for savior scenes
They are the lines that grace my wrists today
Have you come to collect the heart
Of the ghost you left of me?
The purest cloth drapes sinners
Fetid shove of lifeless need
In my heart she lies embedded
But I know she'll never set me free
Fire burns my blood when I touch you
Your heart bestowed upon me,
Now I prayed for a fallen angel
with worn out wings and a vampire's smile
I was sent a broken angel
I'm still alone on this crooked mile
She's beauty and death
Take my last breath
I'd gladly give it away
She's wet on my lips,
the scars on my wrists
inflicted by her misery
So I'll speak in fragments
My daily crucifixion
You can't hold me anymore
Hanging from your imaginary halo
The problem with the dead
is they always come back again
coking on your imaginary halo
Save your screams for savior scenes