Circle

Are your eyes as dead as mine?

I promise these once held some life

If I had a pound for every motion

I'd pay for it and disregard all moral notion

I was once so sure what heaved my limbs at dawn

Once, action figures on the floor

Now, strewn with soiled cloth

You said you'd kill yourself if I ever left you

So, either this bar's heaven or that was far from true

Find me on the second circle

With blood in my eyes

And semen in my stomach

You too drowned in this lustful whirlpool

I smelt you a mile off

You and your holy socks

I like it here

There's a bowl with my name on it

No rent, no bills

Just knife scars and cheap thrills

I am nature, I am sin

Please, a little more of everything

You are hell, you are heaven

You are surplus to the seven

I might be using you

But I'm using myself too

Find me on the second circle

With blood in my eyes

And semen in my stomach

You too drowned in this lustful whirlpool

I smelt you a mile off

You and your holy socks

Virgil take my hand

I'm done with this, done with this done

Virgil take my hand

I'm done with this, done with this done

I lost my light on an august night

When lost inside your thighs, oh my!

Now I crawl in eternal shade

From bed to bed in joyous shame