Breaking Bottles
Feed my addictions
My asphyxiations
My hands are full of unhealthy obsessions
Spirialing depression
Watch my clothes hit the floor
Dont bother shutting the door
Bottle in hand
Dance along with the band
Feel it break the skin
My blood is a sin
I give submission
Im loving this temptation
Ligh in my head
Eyes so dead
Dont think twice
Just roll the dice
No strength left
Heart black as death
Her love is painfull
She lies with great ease
As her lips curl, smiling, pleased
Ahe hopes to make reality real
A bitter black deal
She only has one confession
Of bitter realtions
Fragile as glass
As the bullets pass
"Love is a loaded gun so i say goodbye to the day"
A confression of hidden pain so to say.
