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Rated: E · Lyrics · Death · #1515930
stands for (Acid Trip on Envy)

[Intro 1]
Last night, I fell to pieces
Can you guess what brought me back?
Screams of delight
Do you enjoy the pain?
Why are you here?
To you, is this a game?
[Verse 1]
I never knew how dead I really was until I met you
Will you break the glass and please allow me to forget you?
Why are you still doing this to me, do you want me to regret you?
Injecting racing thoughts under my skin, do I dare to let you?
Does my starving body give you shivers of psychosis?
Cut all the paper pieces of my happiness into smaller forms of timelessness
Is my torture shocking to you?
Do you do it all for your woman?
No further questions of life, love, or death
Blinded by schizophrenic hallucinations of gore
Please don’t ever leave me alone
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Dark forces and demons are you need
Black magic uncovers nothing but casualty greed
[Chorus]
The hair on the back of my neck is raised
And the bite my teeth made never looked so good
The blood as it passed my lips never felt so real
And the swallow was all I had
[Intro 2]
But I was feeling a bit lonely for sure
I did not take raw emotion so well though my ego does count on it so
[Verse 2]
This is where I begin my thank you:
I see the future in your smile
You are the monster of my eye
Have you known this all the while?
Do you want my love for you to die?
So now I cut through my legs
You could write the tension
I’m walking fast, you’re talking faster
[Pre-Chorus 2]
The tears are welling, my heart is swelling
I want you by my side crashing to unwind
I could see each and every day that I’d died
Flashing in my mind
[Chorus]
The hair on the back of my neck is raised
And the bite my teeth made never looked so good
The blood as it passed my lips never felt so real
And the swallow was all I had
[Bridge]
Dear green eyed monster, I was sick as hell
Lying in my bed, a temperature of one hundred and ten
I could have been dead, I am seeing red
Manic thoughts racing through my head
Cause I am the creature hiding under the stairs
With big blue-green eyes and dirty blonde hair; band tee and skinny jeans
Slice into bloodstream and drain liquidized screams
The weight of a ripped out soul on my shoulders is growing old
I was sick
[Chorus]
The hair on the back of my neck is raised
And the bite my teeth made never looked so good
The blood as it passed my lips never felt so real
And the swallow was all I had
[Outro]
The battle is in the hands of its enemies but we are not dead yet!
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