I'm so unaware of myself, like the wars that must be being waged in my head
I don't know what else to call it, i'm thinking its like if Vegas were hell
all the neon lights have burst into flames, the poker tables releasing demons
i'm making bets on more than snake eyes, its like Satans right there
i won't sell my soul, well only cuz i can't, there's only a body
and i won't sell these hands, they're my magic in the flesh
i'm starting to get a fever, and my chills are cracking my spine
this is the last time i'll ever kiss you without protection
should've found my soul on EBay, this would hurt the right way
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