She sits inside the devils room
Swallows her pride
Wipes her boots
As she hums a little tune
Something about how the demons in her dreams wishes she was there
Puking up her inhibitions
Holding back her hair
Vomiting all of the questions in seconds
Like how do you find what your meaning in death is
I'm just another investment to weigh down you head
Like my hand on the dip in your chest
I'm time that you'll want to trade in for some gentlemen
Gentle when I see the green eyes that question the facts
"How could I know he's like that
Why do I put up with trash"
What's that I grasp
Is it the last of her will in my hands, as the reigns lift her purified throat
Grasping for more than a quick fix to this kids addictive convictions
His methods to cope
Switching from first to the third, this person's the worst so I know that I'm cursed
Eye of beholder's, my head like a bolder on top of zirconium earth
Everything is fake
Invested in turning this nightmare into something that could be great
I'm not afraid of wasting away
Of wasting away
Convinced that nothing is going to change
Turning this nightmare into something great
I'm not afraid of wasting away
Of wasting away
Tell me what's the matter
I'll say that I don't know
We could change the pattern
Or let that Venus grow
What lay between us is a scorched earth so break my bones
What lay between us is a scorched earth so break my bones
Tell me what's the matter and
I'll say that I don't know
We could change the pattern
Or let that Venus grow
What lay between us is a scorched earth so break my bones
What lay between us is a scorched earth so break my bones
Directing all gunshots into my vicinity
Gingerly swallowing all of your words
So that taste of consortium after the market crash keeps in tact what we feel we both deserve
Never the name on a dotted line
Traumatized hippies that have no possessions
Convicting each other's past, blaming the present
Divinium side effects keeping us hectic
Clementine scent and some clockwork intent keep me gazing in horror correct,
All of the strange forms of art that I once could indulge in could never leave me more upset
By the frame of your bed
Handcuffed and blindsided
Hive minded eyries flex
Quinine to cure the expulsion of poison within me
But now I sit with restless legs
Dying to live
Invested in turning this nightmare into something that could be great
I'm not afraid of wasting away
Of wasting away
Convinced that nothing is going to change
Turning this nightmare into something great
I'm not afraid of wasting away
Of wasting away
Tell me what's the matter
I'll say that I don't know
We could change the pattern
Or let that Venus grow
So tell me what's the matter
I'll say that I don't know
What lay between us is a scorched earth so break my bones
Tell me what's the matter
I'll say that I don't know
We could change the patterns
Or let that Venus grow
What lay between us is a scorched earth so break my bones
What lay between us is a scorched earth so break my bones