Tossing and turning as I watch her sleep
Unknown anxieties contradicting the process of my conscience
This house is my temple, this house is my confine
Thoughts burning at its walls, stripped of what is mine
Stripped of what is mine
Forcing my opposite intensions to be made
Overwhelming thoughts consume
My urge to kill will soon fucking reign its doom
Dragging me down the hall, smashing my head into the walls
Why do I feel no shame?
Why do I feel no shame?
The space beside becomes empty
The soft moonlit sheets devoid of a body
Panic grips, demented thought slips
Replaced by a sick curiosity
Soft lights shining bright upon me
Will I ever live this down?
Reality staring blank at me
A final nail in a broken home
My body trembles without a sound
Without a fucking sound
Without a sound
Lines traced upon soft flesh, caressed by the butcher’s blade
Face ripped open like the jaws of a bear trap
Why do I feel no shame?
Why do I feel no shame?
Exalt my discovery, crucify my past
Mixed signals being received
Clutching the remains of my life
Disposing of my beloved, I flee the scene
I flee the scene
Clutching the remains of my life
I flee the scene
Disposing of my beloved
I feel the scene
Soft lights shining bright upon me
Will I ever live this down?
Reality staring blank at me, a final nail in a broken home
My body trembles a sound
Without a fucking sound
My body trembles without a sound
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