Apr 06, 2004 16:02
Let’s get sharper knives to get each other down,
See our reflections in the relentless steel.
Paint the walls a vivid red, wash it with tears.
This perfect portrait of murder cannot be completed
When neither of us will collapse (or retreat).
Our chests heave in a twisted rhythm.
The primal, tribal rise and fall (beats in our ears).
And we’ll dance to this, sway in time with our mutual demise.
Blade to flesh, a quick clean swipe.
it isn't finished for shit. very hardcore.
or not. eh.