pack

and in the darkness of the night

i want to see your fight

listen to you moan

as they corrupt you to your bones

misanthropic

have you ever kissed the devil under the pale moonlight?

losing your faith by the end of the night?

weak

we drink all night and wake up bruised,

thinking were safe with nothing to lose.

we drink away our troubles and our fears

leaving us bruised and scarred for years.

reap

all dolled up?

i got the voodoo.

watch your step,

we dont want to lose you...

truth

soft to see but not to touch

he seemed amazing but he liked it rough.

sweetest kisses and eyes so deep

you thought he meant it but he left you in your sleep.

rip

crumpled sheets and unfinished dreams

everything started will burst at its seams.

hunt

it took a while but we made it back

but now to escape from presumptions attack.

i made it back but not the same:

i dont want to play your messed up game.

those nights

second-hand smoke will follow your decisions

chasing the bad to haunt your eternal

bruise

and there they were, painted black and blue

like different rubs of some nasty tattoo...

bond

boo hoo

you never really knew.

then it doesnt matter that were loosing you