Twist My Words

Medieval

I can see that haunting in your eyes

Youre concealing a knife at your side

And I know youre gonna kill me

And I know that I cant blame you

But please dont humor me when you speak

When I know exactly where your thoughts lead

And that knife by your side's gonna dig into my heart

Old-fashionedly rip me apart

I can tell that youre turning evil

And your methods are so medieval

I'm starting to wonder when it will come

But I know youre just starving me out

Sickly watching me; even as I sleep

I'm trapped here, I cant leave

I heard

Heard from a little bird

That youre going crazy

So ready to get rid of me

Are you prepared for the guillotine?

Or a covered blade, a gaze so mean

A long dress and horse-drawn carriage

Nothing in this life is worth to salvage

But please dont humor me when you speak

When I know exavtly where your thoughts lead

And that knife at your side's gonna dig into my heart

Old-fashionedly tear me apart

I can tell that you've turned evil

Becausd your methods are so medieval