This love’s a coffin door,
This is the crime scene romance,
And still we want more.
Our shallow breaths addressed with hate,
Pulling us down by the weight of our mistakes.
The burden of this body dies,
As we ignite this life with our lies.
Until we no longer believe ourselves,
This is how we pay our way of hell.
Warped shadows danced,
As our love for blood enhanced.
Though we don’t know it, we show it
We have a lust for pain
And the trickery in life’s once simple game.
This is how we pay our way of hell.
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