See me dance through the noose
where lay choked to death and I'm laughing
Like doves to any
Here's my use that the rules of God do forbid having
Now a gag for chanteuse
makes her stop the emotion from oozing
Blood to mute it's her use that the rules of she hopes forgive having
Razor blade red
Shelters for the tired ones to sleep
Safe from all the earthquakes forever
but forever keeps you
Why the coldness of a starving soul
Why the flesh's grip does not let go
It's so, so tired and we need to know
why the rules of God do forbid
Razor blade red shelters
for the tired ones to sleep
Safe from all earthquakes forever, forever keeps you.
