One Half of Nothing

199 + N/A

Total: 199

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{ FERAL } adj. (of an animal) In a wild state, esp. after escape from captivity or domestication.

Where is My Mind

With your feet on the air and your head on the ground Try this trick and spin it, yeah / Your head will collapse But there’s nothing in it / And you’ll ask yourself Where is my mind?

Hello

If I smile and don’t believe / Soon I know I’ll wake from this dream Don’t try to fix me, I’m not broken Hello, I’m the lie living for you so you can hide Don’t cry

Demons

When you feel my heat / Look into my eyes / It’s where my demons hide Don’t get too close / It’s dark inside / It’s where my demons hide

Creep

I don’t care if it hurts / I want to have control I want a perfect body / I want a perfect soul I want you to notice when I’m not around / You’re so fucking special I wish I was special

Tokyo Teddy Bear

It’s just not enough / To hold me off the curious Take a knife in hand / Stab my heart again Until nothing to excruciate

This is Gonna Hurt

You got your hell together / You know it could be worse A self-inflicted murder? / Maybe, maybe You say it’s all a crisis / You say it’s all a blur There comes a time when you’ve gotta face it

Poison

I hear you callin and it’s needles and pins I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name Don’t wanna touch you but you’re under my skin I wanna kiss you but your lips are venomous poison

Dance With the Devil

Trembling, crawling across my skin Feeling your cold dead eyes stealing the life of mine. I believe in you / I can show you that I can see right through All your empty lies; I won’t last long

The Boy who Blocked his Own Shot

It’s cold as a tomb, and it’s dark in your room When I sneak to your bed to pour salt in your wounds So call it quits, or get a grip / You say you wanted a solution; You just wanted to be missed

Black Dresses

The quivering liquids in your stomach Will eat away at the bad habits that have made you A real character in the story of your now distant life Goodnight and goodbye, quickly

Hitchin’ a Ride

Do you brake for distilled spirits? / I need a break as well The well that inebriates the guilt

Nails for Breakfast, Tacks for snacks

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