Letra
Sight for sore eyes
Bending my pinky back
Raw hide, loose skin
Take it off
It's worthless
Let's go hunting
Kill, kill, kill
Prey for sport
What a thrill, thrill, thrill
Romeo and Juliet
As foolish as young lovers get
Orbit through their dark desires
Passion kills what death admires
I'll hover
Just above the clouds
I'm never ever coming down
I know what's waiting far below
Flowers decay, as diseases grows
I know you'll never be pleased
Until I'm begging on bloodied knees
I know you'll never be pleased
Until I'm begging on bloodied knees
Conducting the dirge, percussion
Strings and brass
Orchestrating chaos, the blueprints of black mass ritual
Stinging the hide
At the end of the lash
I'm the teacher's pet
At the head of the class
Such a sacrifice
Learning to blend in
Unwanted burden
Immaculate possession
Is this what life's become?
Hiding bodies and playing dumb
I'm no fun anymore
Can't hold a conversation
I'm left so empty, a black hole
Tired and uninspired
I just want to sleep forever
I know you'll never be pleased
Until I'm begging on bloodied knees
I know you'll never be pleased
Until I'm begging on bloodied knees
Sight for sore eyes!"
Writer(s): Smith
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