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Tears Fall Like Ashes
gaze on the aggressor, as his face stairs back
i can't escape this
i can't run and hide, the dies been cast
signed on the dotted line
the deed too my life's in his hand
strategic deal with the devil a gamble i intend too win
i can't fold this hand the consequences are far too great
if you only knew who was speaking this would be easier too understand
its the demon on my shoulder sweetly whispering those dear sweet nothings
with that bitter taste i crave down too my soul
the temptation is so much more then i can resist
its agony in true form
bending me too its will and won't let me go
even if i escaped id willingly walk back and lay beside my demon
her sinful forked tonge slithers and hisses like a true medusa goddess
her salt tastes so sweet in my wounds
her claws feel at home embedded in my heart
sew my eyes shut and let her guide me
through this jagged forest
glass house filled with cracks and shattered memories
a villen of my own reflection
dont open that blackened door
its too late ..... it can't be stopped now
i fear its the only way i have left to go
funny how today can steal tomorrow
how you can lose your way before you know it
maybe someday i might have had purpose
but then again we'll never know
i can't escape this
i can't run and hide, the dies been cast
signed on the dotted line
the deed too my life's in his hand
strategic deal with the devil a gamble i intend too win
i can't fold this hand the consequences are far too great
if you only knew who was speaking this would be easier too understand
its the demon on my shoulder sweetly whispering those dear sweet nothings
with that bitter taste i crave down too my soul
the temptation is so much more then i can resist
its agony in true form
bending me too its will and won't let me go
even if i escaped id willingly walk back and lay beside my demon
her sinful forked tonge slithers and hisses like a true medusa goddess
her salt tastes so sweet in my wounds
her claws feel at home embedded in my heart
sew my eyes shut and let her guide me
through this jagged forest
glass house filled with cracks and shattered memories
a villen of my own reflection
dont open that blackened door
its too late ..... it can't be stopped now
i fear its the only way i have left to go
funny how today can steal tomorrow
how you can lose your way before you know it
maybe someday i might have had purpose
but then again we'll never know
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