ne lui vendez pas vos âmes

[pseudo_revenant]

words spoken, with a writhing shriveled meaning
how much can you take
before you see the monster sprouting from you
from your ideals beliefs morals
that change every time the tide goes out

songs spun, that hang dead in the air
how much can you sing
before your words burn through to your heart
and reduce it to ash
ash that can blow in the wind
with all the other hearts you've raped

words written, on a page destined for lies
how much can you scribble and scrawl
before the ink turns to blood and
you realize all along its been your blood
that stains the sheets you sleep on