Matches in the Wind

This vicious compulsion of ours A trainwreck of leather and stone This wicked corrosion of ours Has your eyes Begging me for more I'm your shepard To the slaughter I lead you Insanity it echoes from every broken bone Take off your face An unachievable perfection Your masochistic eyes are begging me for more Some things are Better left in darkness and unspoken for Some things are Better left in darkness and unspoken for Charcoal black fingertips Never Tasted So goddamn wrong but I'm here and I'm Begging you for more Strike another cling on it for your dear life This time the flicker it just might Paint the picture right Trivial exhibition Striking matches in ther whirlwind Let this cursed flame die out 'till it's no more Some things are Better left in darkness and unspoken for Some things are Better left in darkness and unspoken for Some things are Better left in darkness and unspoken for Some things are Better left in darkness and unspoken for