Dead hands clutch my arm
the smell of death fills the air
her fragrance,
her carcass reanimates.
if you need me ill be tying a rope to the tree
were our love used to be.
ive took every photo of us and buried them at sea
don't worry dearest, beauty is only skin deep.
PSYCHE!
your beauty is no, no more.
so why don't you just fuck yourself you fucking whore.
"well i should of known, not to look into her eyes
I'm cast to stone, her glare was my demise"
medusa. (2x)
your beauty is no more.
so why don't you just fuck yourself you fucking whore.
Dead hands clutch my arm
the smell of death fills the air
her fragrance,
her carcass reanimates.
since you left me, ive never been the same
since you left me, ive never been the fucking same.
"well i should of known, not to look into her eyes
I'm cast to stone, her glare was my demise"
hour by hour, day by day. your memory will fade away.
every sunrise, every sunset, will help me to forget
your name, your smile, your eyes, medusa
decapitate her and bring her head to athena
unlike her sisters, she ain't no deathless god.
this is for every-time you stabbed me in the back
for every notch in your bed post
this is or every-time you stabbed me in the back
for every notch in your bed post
It's hard to hold a candle in the cold November Rain
19 juni 2011 - 4:22
