well, like most of my songs, written from experience in love and loss
Lyrics
There's a gun to my head called ultimatum
there's a story in your eyes that says fool
there's a distance between us like a chasm
even though we are in the same room
there's a life that you held up for ransom
there's a time that I stopped counting days
there's a birth of something black and sickly
in every word that her pretty mouth says
their transgressions stick to you
like toilet paper on your shoe
covered in shit they wallow in
scraped off the heels of lonely women
on stomachs they patrol and crawl
for just a crumb of lust to fall
from masks you wear like porcelain brides
your fractured faces veils can't hide
It's an artificial affection construct
There's an answer that's hidden inside you
there's a riddle I wear like a suit
there's a secret thats clawing to the surface
we wont's admit it though the point is now moot
there's the clocks that have all stopped ticking
there's a bed that is now full of tacks
there's the incense that's now just a faint odor
there's the candles that have melted to pools of wax
Their transgressions stick to you
like toilet paper in your shoe
covered in shit they wallow in
scraped off the heels of lonely women
on stomachs they patrol and crawl
for just a crumb of lust to fall
from the masks you wear like like porcelain brides
your fractured faces veils can't hide
it's an artificial affection construct
