Far from the cold and the dead,
your crimson lips make my skin shed.
So red, so dark, they take control of my mind,
I'll fall to your grace like the rest of my kind.
So pathetic is my soul,
please leave all of my heroins untold.
Of all my addictions, you are the worse,
they all watch my body leave in a hearse.
Your Crimson Lips left my body an empty shell,
your lust has become my own private hell.
My own cold, solitairy cell,
you know all my secrets, please dont tell. |
