I  feel  it  welling  up  inside
And  Robert  Smith  lied,
Boys  do  cry  and  with
Blood  tears  in  my  eyes  I ’m  an  Anne  Rice  novel  come  to  life.
I  can ’t  hide  the  monster …anymore.
One  can,only  feel  desolate  for  so  long  until
One  starts  to  change  into
Something  the  mirror  doesn't  recognize.
Metamorphosize.
The  darkness  has  been  biding  its  time
To  claim  its  latest  victim,
Fresh  meat  for  carnal  desires,
To  become,what  I  became.
I  viewed  the  sun  for  the  last  time.
Will  you  still  hold  me  when  you  see  what  I  have  done?
Will  you  still  kiss  me  the  same,
When  you  taste  my  victim ’s  blood?
So  crimson  and  red,
I  feel  it  flowing  from  your  lips.(Crimson  and  red)
My  heart  is  dead  and  so  are  you.
And  it  pulses  through,
The  desire  to  change,to  deconstruct
All  of  my,
All  of  my,past  failings.
But  where  to  begin,because  when  you  live  in  sin
It ’s  hard  to  look  at  saints,
Without  them  reflecting  your  jet  black  aura  back  on  you.
And  all  I  have  is  hope
My  inner  burn ’s  not  fading,
I ’ll  wipe  the  blood  from  my  cheek  and  get  on  with  my  day.
Will  you  still  hold  me  when  you  see  what  I  have  done?
Will  you  still  kiss  me  the  same,
When  you  taste  my  victim ’s  blood?
So  crimson  and  red,
I  feel  it  flowing  from  your  lips.(Crimson  and  red)
My  heart  is  dead  and  so  are  you.
And  all  I  have  is  hope
And  all  I  need  is  time
To  bury  in  pine  under  six  feet  of  time
The  lies  I  told  me  about  myself.
Claw  my  way  out,
Pick  the  splinters  from  under  my  fingernails.
I  won ’t  lose  hope,
I  won ’t  give  in.
Just  live  and  breathe,try  not  to  die  again.
Just  live  and  breathe,try  not  to  die  again.
Just  live  and  breathe,try  not  to  die  again.
I  try  not  to  die  again.
Will  you  still  hold  me  when  you  see  what  I  have  done?
Will  you  still  kiss  me  the  same,
When  you  taste  my  victim ’s  blood?
So  crimson  and  red,
I  feel  it  flowing  from  your  lips.(Crimson  and  red)
My  heart  is  dead  and  so  are  you.
Will  you  still  hold  me  when  you  see  what  I  have  done?
Will  you  still  kiss  me  the  same,
When  you  taste  my  victim ’s  blood?
So  crimson  and  red,
I  feel  it  flowing  from  your  lips.(When  you  taste  my  victim's  blood)
My  heart  is  dead  and  so  are  you.