Sweet Dreams (5) टैब्स

The beauty spot was borrowed
Now my sweet knife rusts tomorrow
On my confession that is waiting to be heard

Run your empty rain down on me
Whisper your deathbeats so softly
Bend your knees, the altar of my ego

You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins

All my lilies' mouths are open
Like they're begging for dope
And hoping
Their bitter petal chant
"we can kick, you won't be back"

I'm a diamond that is tired
Of all all the faces I've acquired
We must secure the shadow
Ere the substance fades

You drained my heart
And made a spade
But there's still traces of me
In your veins
You drained my heart
And made a spade
But there's still traces of me
In your veins
And we said 'til we die
And we said 'til we die