Your painted skin tells its stories of past pain and glory
I'd like to read every line with my fingertips tracing each intricate storyline
I've tried, my love to deny all the pain that I cause just by standing here
and I'd leave but love I'm deceived by the tears in your eyes that you need me here
oh my tear stained lady, please dont cry
we can RIGHT our wrongs dear as we LAY among thorn covered sheets, where our bodies meet again
my bearded face holds its place so it says to your eyes that theres nothing wrong
but look beyond, love I'm not so strong that world could fall down and I'd still stand tall
no I've died
love something inside....
but the tears poured out backwards, fell down my throat
now my voice is drowning within or I'd reach out and tell you that you are loved
oh my tear stained lady, DONT YOU CRY
we will WRITE our wrongs HERE
as we lie among thorn covered sheets where our bodies meet again
So THIS is how it feels to be a martyr
this is how it feels to be convicted for your principals, principals?
the cost is MUCH too terrible.... UNbearable, UNBEARABLE
Penance is Eternal HERE!!!!
THIS is how it feels to be a MADMAN!
this is how it feels to be mistaken for a Gentleman, Gentle Man?
OH NO I AM A FEARSOME MAN
Tinder man, Wicker man, so Strike a spark I'LL BURN US DOWN!!
DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN, down
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