certain death certain sleep
certain lies that make me weep
chains and scars
tears and bars
unimaginative weaving of a peaceful perfect dream
falls away from all that it really seems
choak and cry
weave and die
take a chance on a single false lie
pour out to me you bitter words
make all fake emotion come in great floods
wash it away
the dark stains of blood
dont wish to hard for another great flood
blood and more
call me a whore
you can always see who really wants more
more than this
more than that
more than something you draw from a hat
fill my cup
grin at my loss
watch your back
for she is the boss
