Algos

Left to his own pulls and levers
I'm the mystery behind the glass
Thought we were in this together
This fragile shell is bred to be smashed
Watch you walk away fueling something
Tasting ice cold and blue
I'm not leaving here feeling nothing
Spit your knives in my wound

Joker in a deck of aces
Do our good times really need to last?
Lies and tears to hide our faces
What's one more lover fed to the Past?
Lips enslaved whisper sweet carnage:
What can I do for you?
Vicious, ashamed is my language
Addicted, ripe abuse

Hands that lick like tender lashes
Why choose us when we could be the crash?
Bored with the same old diseases
If you care leave me here with the trash
Lend me life that is much better
I'll show you bitter truth
I'll take a dive over never
With pieces as the proof