i'm riding the lies
sweet forest of lies
my own few lines
between my eyes
I feel the rage; I touch my lips
taste the blood drawn from my wrists
it tastes so good; I dance the walls of fire
my fears are satisfied through darkness and desire
Snapshoti'm riding the lies sweet forest of lies my own few lines between my eyes I feel the rage; I touch my lips taste the blood drawn from my wrists it tastes so good; I dance the walls of fire my fears are satisfied through darkness and desire |