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End Game (G.O.D)greetings and a firm handshakewho would have guessed that I'd tear off your hand and then beat you to death with it at least, that's what I pictured in my head at the time... unlocked the hand from mine a few pleasantries here and there get away from me! still I bite my tongue if I can't exit soon this will end badly for everyone you're just like me...but worse how dare you speak to me so condescendingly! this mask of sanity is slipping away from me this little world of mine hasn't enough air for me to continue to let you breathe what is it that compels me to bite your tongue from your face? your luck has run out the well has run dry friend.. I could have sworn the blood dripping from my mouth was real but seemingly it was another daydream now I'm back here with you how disappointing for me I was so positive you were laying dead at my feet line me up one more time I want the world to know that I'm better than you so smooth, so sly I need your heart you need to die it's the only way I can be satisfied your cigarette and mine burning out both of your eyes seems like something I might enjoy before I make you no more so long and a wave goodbye who would have guessed it? goddamn! I could have sworn this was my imagination!? an orgasmic rush as I pull my fist out of your face - not so smooth now you smug son of a bitch! ha ha! I wish you could be here to see the ear to ear smile on my face that can not be erased today |