Fire burns with a passion
The heat is rushing through me
Searing my skin and making me feel
Feel alive, feel all I haven't felt
Since I was seventeen, so in between
You brought out the best in me
You'd make me smile
Clearly for all to see
I didn't have much to say
Just watching myself fade away
Now, I'm branded by decent love
Two hearts melted into one
Standing tall in the face of the sun
I just want you to know
Nothing compares to hungered lips
And when I taste his salt, bite my tongue
I'm seeing stars again
Watching fireworks in the chilled night air
Fire burns with a passion
Fire's now made me complete
Searing my skin and making me feel
Feel free, feel the wind in my hair
Back in time my life was fast
Life's not boring, no, none of that
I just enjoy more now, take it as it comes 'round
Now that I'm branded
My wings no longer surround so much hollowed ground
Fire burns with a passion
The heat is rushing through me
Searing my skin and making me feel
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
Mechanical Heart
I hold your heart in the palm of my hand
Who knows which way it will turn next?
Or even if the blood will explode
On my freshly cleaned sheets
Some girls won't dance to this beat
Time ticks away but I'm laughing
I have hyena love for your tortured soul
Your chest gapes at me, so open, so wide
Let's replace your heart with electrical wires
See if you jump as a car battery
Maybe the sparks will set the curtains on fire
I hold your heart in the palm of my hand
Who knows which way it will turn next?
Or even if the blood will explode
On my freshly cleaned sheets
See, I've always been sick, twisted, and grim
Yet, you can't hide my precious it seems
My grin, it gleams, reflecting all of sequined sin
There's masks on the wall, mirrors all abound
To watch the surgeon with the white gloves
No way, you can not escape this pain
Dangerous, I am, and mighty bloodthirsty
I hold your heart in the palm of my hand
Who knows which way it will turn next?
Or even if the blood will explode
On my freshly cleaned sheets
Who knows which way it will turn next?
Or even if the blood will explode
On my freshly cleaned sheets
Some girls won't dance to this beat
Time ticks away but I'm laughing
I have hyena love for your tortured soul
Your chest gapes at me, so open, so wide
Let's replace your heart with electrical wires
See if you jump as a car battery
Maybe the sparks will set the curtains on fire
I hold your heart in the palm of my hand
Who knows which way it will turn next?
Or even if the blood will explode
On my freshly cleaned sheets
See, I've always been sick, twisted, and grim
Yet, you can't hide my precious it seems
My grin, it gleams, reflecting all of sequined sin
There's masks on the wall, mirrors all abound
To watch the surgeon with the white gloves
No way, you can not escape this pain
Dangerous, I am, and mighty bloodthirsty
I hold your heart in the palm of my hand
Who knows which way it will turn next?
Or even if the blood will explode
On my freshly cleaned sheets
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