Go for the jugular, cut the vein
And kiss it away,
If you can burn it out
Like a tick buried in
You may find that my appetite gets its way
It keeps
If I could paint your picture,
I'd paint you as the
It's all I see, It's all I see.
Please take it
We awake, wake on the inside
I must have a need
I'm living a lie
And it's not the best thing for
Mesopotamia, Mesopotamia
You fucking give me the creeps
You fucking give me
Holding on your lazy arms
Get up out of bed
There's vanity,
Sucker myself into believing that I'm doing the right thing
I
I’ve got something to say
I’ve acquired a taste for watching
I have a mark on me,
like a brand on my
I've seen good people bleed...
And I thought I'd seen it