ㅤ𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜 ㅤ⏾ .

i can feel your heart beating under my skin
and the beating of your heart is making me bleed from within

it doesn't take a killer to murder , it only takes a reason to kill

the ink is running toward the page
it's chasing off the days
look back at both feet and that winding knee

you raise the blade , you make the change , you rearrange me 'til i'm sane

love is dead and never existed

i bit the apple 'cause i loved you , and why would you lie ?

scattering sparks of thought energy
deliver me and carry me away

what is it ? is the firing squad afraid of an unarmed man ?!

you're the galantine
cold and alone , it suits you well

i've got your knife inside my back
i've got your rope around my neck

somebody tell me something , please
somebody tell me something that is comfortable and loving
i am numb and i feel nothing

you remind me of a former love that i once knew

palms bleed , gold leaves
you might not get another chance

there will come a poet
whose weapon is his word
he will slay you with his tongue

sticks and stones in the trunk
keep your feelings to yourself

i saw the birth of the universe
and i watched as time ran out
moment by moment , until nothing remained

love me cancerously , like a salt - sore soaked in the sea

this core is critical , faith is unavailable , lives become incredible

i am trapped inside a monster , living in a dead eternity

i don't know what i did that made me chosen by a force beyond control , beyond remorse

what will it be like , i wonder , to go to sleep and never wake up ?

i am the willing victim of a cannibal

i'm not gonna be the one left standing

unbelievable . you , ( SUBJECT NAME HERE ) must be the pride of ( SUBJECT HOMETOWN HERE )

i'm so old now
i used to have so much mercy

i really should have killed you when i had the chance

it lives , it breathes , and it insists that it is something

then , all the planets fell to dust

am i bad , am i bad , am i really that bad ?

what is the meaning of freedom if demanded of you by a god ?