Demonic decipals , im violent minded.
The torch holders bear rifles for this ladies tongue holds death behind it.
I hope you know, i'll never show, you how i feel.
I'll just drive home, all alone, with my ribs gripping the steering wheel.
Nothing is perfect,
No love is worth it.
And if you smile, reverse it.
Its so hard to believe,
For us to bleed,
Was for us to breathe.