You harp like a screamer
you lie like the rest when you're in your sleep
You polish the dreamers
But you die like the rest when the cutter comes to creep
You wish for it fairer
But you collapse on me just as I relate
You forget I'm a stander
Waiting for something to come and deliver me grace
Just like a dirty movie
In which you want to rescue
The girl in the tailspin
Even though she belongs there
Scrape the gutters at the edge
Cut like flowers in the alley
Burn the lula divinia's ashes now
Who's that lurking in the shadows
Begging to bleed
You made a believer
Out of me when I most hated praise
You cost me the failure
That I prepped myself from a life in pain
You gutted the mother
Complex in me as I shot from the gate
You scratched at my third gear
Waiting for me to catch up and catch fire
I begged you for stronger
Command as I sank down to my knees
But I couldn't be wronger
As I followed your hand to a much much darker place