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seethe (with Crimsin)
somber mood seething with energy
the closer you get the more dangerous I become
so let's rage baby
my heart's exhausted
but you still ring it of faith, of love
of all the things I need to breathe
but I'm choking on your apathy
where do you go
when you leave me alone at night?
into the dark of despair
where you can't follow
the demons there are ravenous
do you make love to the monsters in your head?
how many dead lovers line
the emptiness under your bed
little devils of my creation
lewd women posed to hate don't do anything for me
picking at my skin, another cut
all I do is bleed for you
don't you see me?
you're under my skin
seething, bubbling, burning
with scars no one else can see
and if i wasnt so addicted
to the way you hurt me
i'd cut you out
and make art from the scars
it's okay woman, let those wounds bleed
your affection is what I crave
but I fear my intellect is dull
compared with your sharp mind
so I'll laquer myself with more gloss
until you're I'm shiny enough to desire
emotionally dying to the belief, I too could be loved
for who I am fated to be
I cry, baby don't give up on me
the closer you get the more dangerous I become
so let's rage baby
my heart's exhausted
but you still ring it of faith, of love
of all the things I need to breathe
but I'm choking on your apathy
where do you go
when you leave me alone at night?
into the dark of despair
where you can't follow
the demons there are ravenous
do you make love to the monsters in your head?
how many dead lovers line
the emptiness under your bed
little devils of my creation
lewd women posed to hate don't do anything for me
picking at my skin, another cut
all I do is bleed for you
don't you see me?
you're under my skin
seething, bubbling, burning
with scars no one else can see
and if i wasnt so addicted
to the way you hurt me
i'd cut you out
and make art from the scars
it's okay woman, let those wounds bleed
your affection is what I crave
but I fear my intellect is dull
compared with your sharp mind
so I'll laquer myself with more gloss
until you're I'm shiny enough to desire
emotionally dying to the belief, I too could be loved
for who I am fated to be
I cry, baby don't give up on me
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