Siren's SongSing the song that shatters my ear drums, Tears apart my flesh, Burns my lips,Siren's Song
Breaks my heart. Echoing empty song, Wounding my mind. Draw me into the ocean of sound; Drowning in the words, Shaking with the torrent, Honey, set me free. Your song is like a hand wrapped around my throat; Pulling me under,
Dragging me in. Let this song rend
Me from my sins. Sing, and pull me in, Again and again and again. Know that this is the last song I will ever hear; Wide open arms Embrace this sinner, Rip through my veins, Never g
The SicknessI am nothing, if I am not empty. Echoing, hollow, I feel This sickness well up in me. Hope fades, beauty won't stay. Never as strong as people thought I was. I am bitter. I am hopeless. I am lost. I stand, empty. Cover up the sickness with make-up. Try to blot away the pain; Hide the scars, fake the smile, Try and make beauty stay awhile. Wait for loved, soaked in pain. Try to be the person people thought I was. I am tired. I am weak. I cannot find the will to speak. My sickness, my empty well. My desert, my own hell.The Sickness
The AddictionBurning up what remains, I wanna be the thing you crave. Crawling under your skin, The velvet in your veins. Blood exploding in your brain, Chemical reaction, sweet heroine. I'll be the thing you need. Get you high on neon, Bind you up, and bring you down; Make you want to use me one more time. Leave the mark on your skin, Refuse to let anyone else in. Bursts behind your eyes like stars; I'll be where I've been, Hiding in your spine, Lying through my teeth. Sink in, fight the flood; Sensations leave you trembling. Weaker now then you weThe Addiction
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