Cigarette Burns from Nocturnal Affairs by Stonehag

Defrauded conversations
Exhausted contemplations
Your murderous performance
Set to execute me

A Waltz of dishonesty
A cry of hypocrisy
The basilisk's black kiss
Upon my careless lips

And to say I feel you, like cigarette burns
And to say I taste you, like a plume of ash
Burning in the backseat of my shifted psyche
Throbbing in the flow of my withered heart

Deluded expectations
Those sinister vibrations
Your venomous expression
That classic phony mask

A well of duplicity
A recipient for mockery
I am the one, the cursed
Drown me in a hail of toxic bolts

And to say I feel you, like cigarette burns
And to say I taste you, like a plume of ash
Burning in the backseat of my shifted psyche
Throbbing in the flow of my withered heart

I feel you...
I see you...
I see through you.

I extend my arms to pain (again)
To the sweetest suffering

As you light you cigarette
And set your sex on display
You tenderize my wanton flesh
with your mantra of decay

I accept your razor kiss (again)
Engulfed in an alphabet of sin
On a drunken ride with death (to end it all)
to find the pieces that I dearly miss

As you light you cigarette
And set your sex on display
You tenderize my wanton flesh
with your mantra of decay

It's the time to choose
It's the time to rise
Above the pettiness
Above the innermost vile

It's the time to act
Break the barriers of the mind
Set free the dream within
To plunge into the light


Alas, the suffering, she drags me back again
In a constant loop of pain
In a never ending dance, yeah...


G.R. // Stonehag

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