Slowly killing everyone with in my mind
My words are like needles percing flesh
Ingecting poison, you cant help but to love what you find
With iin your lies I bring you closer to my nest
Of spider webs and broken glass
You cant help but to love what you see when you meet me.
I live where angels burn and broken things
Come to rest apon bloody sheets and shot gun shells
In this place of spider webs and broken glass
Come see where you go when you die
Its not much but you know I try
To make things wrong to make you cry
In this place of spider webs and broken glass
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