Turn off the lights - What do we see?
Abstract blackness or divine diety?
This electric charge on which you feed
Poisonous blood or devotional creed?
I will not abide by what you decide
But i will say this much
If you continue to stable on what your not able
You'll someday lose your touch
Oh god, we're here - In my version of hell
The flames burn higher with the souls that we sell
Your back in your mind, so you won't forget her
Your back in the clouds, do you feel any better?
Is this easier for you to grasp?
Ring-bearing fingers for you to clasp
Cheap stones overthrown by your need for true lust
Tainted by visions of men you don't trust
Laugh for me one more time before i go
So i'll know - i will know - i already know
I will not go along with this song gone unsung
But i will say this much
If you continure to lean on the words you don't mean
You'll someday lose your touch
If you continure to stand as a pseudo-straight man
You'll someday lose your touch
The space between loving and leaving is decieving
And i don't think i can stand another lie
The moment between sweetness and screaming is leaning
Towards something that's passing us by
The time between teasing and toying is destroying
The life that i built for myself
The line between browsing and braving is saving
It's surrender for somebody else
I seem to be a magnet for so-called hero's
My heart seems to be a target for poisonous arrows
The space between cuddling and crying is lying
On his back, enjoying the fight
The space between blackness and bleeding is cheating
On someone he found in the night
The time between meeting and beating is fleeing
Another scene of the crime
The time between molding and mangling is tangling
Itself in another web of lies
My life is a shrine of so-called straights
My heart is a target for anger and hate
The space between your heart and your brain is the same
As the space between the black and the red
The moment between fighting and flawing is clawing
It's way throught the holes in my head
The line between craving and cleaning is screening
a lie that you never said
The gap between calm and the rig is as big
As me and you in your bed