Suffer, suffer, suffer some more,
Miss me, miss me from your very core,
Feel it, feel it, the pain sinking into your bones,
See that? See that? I'm sucking at your soul,
Allow me, allow me, to infiltrate your heart so pure,
You hear it, you hear it, my voice so close,
Cut you, cut you, I'll cut you and you wouldn't know,
Make you, make you, I'll make you bleed nice and slow,
Push you, push you, I'll push you too low,
Sow you, sow you, so deep you'd never grow,
Let 'em, let 'em, let those hot tears pour,
I'm a honey-coated poison you can't help but store,
With a bitter aftertaste that has no cure.
The Mind Talks ✔
Per Veiled_Intellect
When the lips are sealed, the mind begins to talk. Més