(crs);
Our bodies are susceptible to sickness & decay.
Your forced to run away when I know you want to stay.
Your own evil longing's temp you everyday,
They pull you down, lead you on & drag you away,
They say to go with them & in the end you'll be okay.

Get to the drug,
as the drug gets into you,
I'm an ugly bug,
rip the insect into two,
infect the love with the sick blood,
& tell me you want to be,
next to my side,
holding me tightly.
Drown to the sound of us moaning fiercely,
I pry.
Fire play.
We lay together & drift away forever...

(crs)

Watch as the sun plunges down around us,
answer the question,
don't lie,
don't fuss,
moments of truth like these hurt intensely,
internally weak with intent to speak,
formally known as a strong being,
my body is bleeding,
clenching my heart,
dreading madly...
...that you'll neglect...
...& abandon me.