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My Friend, My Enemy
There's a blood moon orbiting around a heart red with sin
A parasite wormed it's way in under my skin
Along for the ride, not long for the life inside
So lonely I think I'd be happier if I had died
For you touch me within so long as I'm without
But when I reach out you fill my heart with self-doubt
That unmistakable scent companions smell in my voice
Sends paramours running without a choice
You jealous thing that won't let me be accomplice or lover
Your kiss is the sting paralyzing the heart I want to uncover
It's unscrupulous to make war out of love and desire
Leave it to Lucifer to set me ablaze then extinguish the fire
Leave me, get out of my chest you bloodthirsty leech
All I want now is to become deaf to the pain you vivaciously preach
For once I want love that can resurrect an old man given up for dead
That will extract the venomous enemy who resides in my bed
To rekindle the flame gone cold within this decaying corpse
To wake me from unending dreams that loneliness warps
Warmly brush me, stroke me, paint me and sculpt me into your art
Lift me, infuse me and heal the broken heart that brazenly craves to restart
A parasite wormed it's way in under my skin
Along for the ride, not long for the life inside
So lonely I think I'd be happier if I had died
For you touch me within so long as I'm without
But when I reach out you fill my heart with self-doubt
That unmistakable scent companions smell in my voice
Sends paramours running without a choice
You jealous thing that won't let me be accomplice or lover
Your kiss is the sting paralyzing the heart I want to uncover
It's unscrupulous to make war out of love and desire
Leave it to Lucifer to set me ablaze then extinguish the fire
Leave me, get out of my chest you bloodthirsty leech
All I want now is to become deaf to the pain you vivaciously preach
For once I want love that can resurrect an old man given up for dead
That will extract the venomous enemy who resides in my bed
To rekindle the flame gone cold within this decaying corpse
To wake me from unending dreams that loneliness warps
Warmly brush me, stroke me, paint me and sculpt me into your art
Lift me, infuse me and heal the broken heart that brazenly craves to restart
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