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I feel it welling up inside and Robert Smith lied,
Boys do cry and with blood tears in my eyes
I'm an Anne Rice novel come to life,
I can't hide the monster anymore,
One can only feel desolate for so long until one starts to change into something the mirror doesn't recognize,
I metamorphosize, the darkness has been biding it's time to claim it's next victim,
Fresh meat for carnal desires,
To become what I became,
I viewed the sun for one last time.
Will you still hold me when you see what I have done?
Will you still kiss me the same when you taste my victims' blood? So crimson and red I feel it flowing from your lips,
My heart is dead and so are you.
And it pulses through,
The desire to change,
To deconstruct all of my past failings,
But where to begin because when you live in sin
It's hard to look at saints without them reflecting their jet-black auras back on you.
All I have is hope, my inner burn's not fadin',
I'll wipe blood from my cheek and get on with my day.
Will you still hold me when you see what I have done?
Will you still kiss me the same when you taste my victims' blood? So crimson and red I feel it flowing from your lips,
My heart is dead and so are you.
And all I have is hope, and all I need is time,
To bury in pine under six feet of time the lies I told me about myself,
Claw my way out pick the splinters from under my fingernails,
I won't lose hope,
I won't give in.
Just live and breathe try
Not to die again.
Will you still hold me when you see what I have done?
Will you still kiss me the same when you taste my victims' blood? So crimson and red I feel it flowing from your lips,
My heart is dead and so are you.
"The Crimson"
~Atreyu~
Boys do cry and with blood tears in my eyes
I'm an Anne Rice novel come to life,
I can't hide the monster anymore,
One can only feel desolate for so long until one starts to change into something the mirror doesn't recognize,
I metamorphosize, the darkness has been biding it's time to claim it's next victim,
Fresh meat for carnal desires,
To become what I became,
I viewed the sun for one last time.
Will you still hold me when you see what I have done?
Will you still kiss me the same when you taste my victims' blood? So crimson and red I feel it flowing from your lips,
My heart is dead and so are you.
And it pulses through,
The desire to change,
To deconstruct all of my past failings,
But where to begin because when you live in sin
It's hard to look at saints without them reflecting their jet-black auras back on you.
All I have is hope, my inner burn's not fadin',
I'll wipe blood from my cheek and get on with my day.
Will you still hold me when you see what I have done?
Will you still kiss me the same when you taste my victims' blood? So crimson and red I feel it flowing from your lips,
My heart is dead and so are you.
And all I have is hope, and all I need is time,
To bury in pine under six feet of time the lies I told me about myself,
Claw my way out pick the splinters from under my fingernails,
I won't lose hope,
I won't give in.
Just live and breathe try
Not to die again.
Will you still hold me when you see what I have done?
Will you still kiss me the same when you taste my victims' blood? So crimson and red I feel it flowing from your lips,
My heart is dead and so are you.
"The Crimson"
~Atreyu~