You better brace yourself cause the word is action.
Just know youve inspired this vernacular.
A broken record is spinning in circles,
adding dramatics to her razor blade dances.
Thinking to herself hes coming back soon,
but she can cut her wrists with vinyl for all I care.
It doesnt matter; she can bleed all over newspapers.
As I watch this sunrise cascade
over top this desperate valley,
it filters through my windowpane
and sets ignition to my disdain.
Falling through a broken doorway,
shattered vinyl covers the floors.
A silhouette on her cell phone,
darkness makes her feel so alone.
Forging forward through this city,
as these towers shriek above me.
For the walls inside are bleeding,
and my demeanor is fleeting.
So youd better brace yourself cause the word is action. The cameras are rolling, the film is set to speed, but everything is still in slow motion.
She was the starlet,
now shes the harlot,
and she is the victim of this murder scene
in a pile of her own blood,
and I am smiling,
but I cant stop thinking about her.
I know shes an infection in my veins.
It doesnt matter if she bled all over the pages of my notebook,
because they were about her.