He hold you in his arms,
to his love you are a passenger,
But have you everstopped and thought,
while he's screwing you he's dreaming of Melinda Messanger
you think that one was bad, the next ones serious !
With acidic tendrils around the moon they crept
To dance on the window pains of glass
Where the innocent once slept
She crawled her way into high society
For the amount I loved her, she had no thought for me
She was the golden girl, i the monster divine
How little did she realise, she is forever mine
And there she sat, iced with fear
The wicker touch of something red
Swillering, spitting, drawing near
Through her stomach and split her head
Her shadow his forth and away from me
Her heart, her longing, a pathetic plee
It heaved and lerched high and away
She will sob and spit, for ever and a day
And what is left?
And here i stand,
I reach forwards
And she takes my hand