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cloak and dagger method
And there you'll burn
tied to a chair
douced with a tender kiss of gasoline
this darkest image of hate
wont shut my eyes
as the flames run up from the floor
don't think we'll make it through this time
holding you as we change to ash together
we'll feel the warmth pass over
consume us whole
can't feel the pain without you
volital screams basking me in horrific tones of disbelief
smoldering hair singed and retracting like cellophane
just know we'll die long before third degree burns
or our skin splits from bone
thought you loved to play the victum
look and see
now you finally get your chance
tendens will snap inside our legs
jaws will fall from our faces
smoke will roll off our blistered corpses
inside these flames we'll be one again
embraced in my arms chared and lifeless
flames have left our skin so abstract
faces withered , blackened , beaten , broken
just know you were always the best part of me
i know its selfish to steal you away in such a tragic manner
but like a thief my hands are red
and covered with our infamous cloak and dagger method of being
the dawn will morn our passing
as it rises into the sky swirling departing our souls in unison
an unwavering conviction to this mind numbing end result
taken aback by the sentament that has been layed out infront of us
and somehow never noticed
its just the apathy inside me and the certainty of this moment
theres nothing more disastrous
theres nothing more that can be done
so i'll just hold you here and wait for the birds to sing there sweet serenade
down from that weaping cherry tree that hangs its limbs in a pose so similar to our own
pent up aggression now taints the air
thick and black set our hearts on self distruct then struck a match
caught up in the turbulence and suction
from the carburation of broken windows
lost in the corpus of rememberence holding on for dear life
i'm sorry theres nothing i can do to reverse it now
its too late
the suns come up to shine in on our fallout
terrifying contortions from the sensation of flames washing over our skin
tied to a chair
douced with a tender kiss of gasoline
this darkest image of hate
wont shut my eyes
as the flames run up from the floor
don't think we'll make it through this time
holding you as we change to ash together
we'll feel the warmth pass over
consume us whole
can't feel the pain without you
volital screams basking me in horrific tones of disbelief
smoldering hair singed and retracting like cellophane
just know we'll die long before third degree burns
or our skin splits from bone
thought you loved to play the victum
look and see
now you finally get your chance
tendens will snap inside our legs
jaws will fall from our faces
smoke will roll off our blistered corpses
inside these flames we'll be one again
embraced in my arms chared and lifeless
flames have left our skin so abstract
faces withered , blackened , beaten , broken
just know you were always the best part of me
i know its selfish to steal you away in such a tragic manner
but like a thief my hands are red
and covered with our infamous cloak and dagger method of being
the dawn will morn our passing
as it rises into the sky swirling departing our souls in unison
an unwavering conviction to this mind numbing end result
taken aback by the sentament that has been layed out infront of us
and somehow never noticed
its just the apathy inside me and the certainty of this moment
theres nothing more disastrous
theres nothing more that can be done
so i'll just hold you here and wait for the birds to sing there sweet serenade
down from that weaping cherry tree that hangs its limbs in a pose so similar to our own
pent up aggression now taints the air
thick and black set our hearts on self distruct then struck a match
caught up in the turbulence and suction
from the carburation of broken windows
lost in the corpus of rememberence holding on for dear life
i'm sorry theres nothing i can do to reverse it now
its too late
the suns come up to shine in on our fallout
terrifying contortions from the sensation of flames washing over our skin
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