a demon with a smile of gold
you soul sucker
i wont become like you
a killer with the perfect weapons
crystal eyes and a heart of coal
you soul sucker
i wont loose myself in you
look how pretty she is
when she falls down
and theres no beauty in
bleeding mascara
her lips are quivering
like a withering rose
shes back again
what the fuck do you think love means
its much more then words and feelings
sucking me dry
is my marrow that sweet
your dead lovers have left a trail of
broken hearts and misspent hopes
sucking them dry
does their marrow taste of sweetness, sweetness?
i hope you choke
look how pretty she is
when she falls down
and there's no beauty in
bleeding mascara
