I'll lie to myself to cut off the connection.
Be one more less of a Question.
You know I'm going to spit in your face when it comes to competition.
Dead and buried, the last thought you had was of our blood Spilling over the sound.
Slit, it out, Shift, it around.
I'll bring you back, go ahead and cry. Severe the Deception.
Be two times the Monster inside you, I'll reconnect the message.
Fall away like a puzzle dropped upon the Floor, it all fell into place.
Once more, I'll say it again, just before I go. Just to let you know. It walked right out the door.
I'll stand inside of a Hoax, the only thing that couldn't compare.
The ultimate joke, Hate, Rage, Pain, Phase this, as I close the case.
Broad the Horizon, where I counted two Times in, for you, and for me.
12 more times, and Four more lines, all the same, there is no fame.
I'll never give you the Satisfaction of seeing me cry. I'll never be here, just for you to see.
Now see this, Fucking shit, Pure hatred consolation, Compile, Compose the pressure into a Picture, fold it away and hide it for the Dark Day.
Mock this, as I cock the hammer, I'll pull the Trigger, open your mouth.
Now.
Little by little, bit by bit, I'll tear it all away until you scream Pit.
All of it was lost when it came to the Change of shift, your more than I.
Nothing less than a Lie. no more of a Tie to my connection. I'll severe it as I severe your Thread to life.
Fill it with strife as I slit it with a Knife.
Slit it out, Shift it around, rift the time, Lift the mind, compelling to die inside everyday everyway, little by little bit by bit the Puzzle just doesn't seem to fucking fit. Fall into the Pit, fall onto your face, Remember this place? Dark cold dismal, its the day. time too look at the Picture, while the hole becomes filled with Blood, the Plot is Thicker.
The look on your face makes me sicker, The timb bomb's ticker, Just keep going molded Tricker, trickle away like the Bleeding day, fall away, as I slay your Lifes precious Movement, soon, the swoon will Envolope times lost Gropeing Slope, fuck, why does it become so hard to say.
all I ever wanted was to get away. |
