Oh the sweetest mark upon your list
Is your own seductive oh death wish
And God above no interventionist
Stands as you're strangled by the devil's fist
Oh I took your head upon my chest
For a bitter sweet oh second
And how you tear away from it
And fade away into the abyss
There’s a bad moon rising up the hill
Oh as you write your own will
Oh leave me be, there’s nothing left
But a gaunt portrait of a masochist
Oh I bear witness to the deepest sadness
Housed within my breast
Oh was your head upon my chest
Did I dream you there, were my eyes amiss
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
For the windowpane is cracked straight through
Colored with mistake he can’t see through
Shine light on all the colors in you
And now I know what painted you