she told him she had hope and
tried to let it all out
till she swore nothin' more to say, now
she's cold and in the open
right before the fallout and
a warhead's on its way, yeah
she prays it doesn't melt her
seeks herself a shelter
cuz she knows there's hell to pay.
but soon all her burns and barbs
will turn themselves to scars
and it will be okay.
sold her soul for a cigarette
cursed cos her only match was wet
drownin' in the devil's debt
all for nothing, nothing but regret
so she bought black magic
burned the holy bible
like the fires would do her will, well
the rain came tragic
tricked like a tribal
she's soaked and sorry
still..
never learned her lesson
never guessed confession
was the cure to all her ills
all she does is wallow
oblivious and hollow
and the void cannot be filled
Her mind's long gone but she carries on so well
Hoping she never had a soul to sell
That the beauty on her bones was just a shell
That a spirit can't succumb to a devil's spell
tip for tomorrow:
never beg or borrow
from the lord of flies and felled
all that waits is harrowing
amounts of sorrow
that can never be repelled
