I am going to burn you to the ground These pillaging hands They were not saints They were yours And I fell for all your trickery It's the Devils hat you play But it's tight And never looked so very well I cannot mould you Into being I'm not an artist, as you would have me I can't always love what I create But you can With every line across your palm You know exactly how I feel And you can twist it in the gut Just like a vengeful dream Your stars are crossed With beggars love You only see what breaks and falls Oh, I adore that slimy feel That slippery rope of salt and sweat That slithers into your head I would declare, I would profess But I am not the truthful one I hear lies, I am not content I am desolate and angry Like a pirate from his ship Pray, this be the day to adore me Then again, what do I care When fools turn their back It's not on me, it is on love That dainty misconception Oh you've crossed me, dared to kill me You cannot wait behind that mask It will only take time To slip the dagger in the dark I want to kill you, I'm going to kill you Before you get me first I will poison that hidden flower in the heart...