lick your face, i can taste your pain and the utter disdain you have towards life
i can be your wife, i can be the guy, i can be the one that holds you tonight
your breath and air and how they coincide together
the inner-sweat that keeps you in the night, ceilings and how your life seems to be rather unappealing
the nerves and hors d’oeuvres, dancing in the street and how you meant everything to me
asleep to the tune, to be without you — a nightmare under the stars
to fight from the dark side of the moon
the blue, the cries of owls at night and strum within your hum
i can be the fool, i can be the tune, i can be the one for you
our song relays as dark summer days play within our waves
the sonic boom from death till regensis and this to that
reformation of our pours, but will the endless door still exist
will all of this happen for nothing but your own self-regard?
sweet nectar of your future where we’ll harmonize and be one with ourselves
no problems, no sunken boats submerged by shore
dancing of your whores leaving you bored and in charge
your torch and verge, opening and slamming the door
let me take you to church and feel the burn once more
kill and take, let you bake in the sun of your own morality
my innocence and the kiss, the sins of a past life
i’ll keep you up at night with ways of my knife, the invisible cloak
the clock that springs the alarm, how my harm is nothing more than the words i once said that linger from the past and occur within your future
i’m this and that, the tree in the distance, the fly in the night
the one that watches you cry and tremble in fire
i co-exist with your future and haunt with your fright
eventually you’ll see, but in the eve, the one that speaks truth
that’s me, the bee, the one that stings in your sleep as you fall so deep