X Marks the Spot
The adroit of your cave, for my hand to possess
To submerge it into the abyss, on behalf of my distress
The fragrance of a fish, the mark of a woman
My troubles evaporated, yet not is my hand
The tenderness of a kiss, my lip mark embedded
The sensation of a thousand butterflies, not one to be shredded
For I caress the ounce of your every hug
The farenheit that is untouchable to the sun
The purity of my hand interlocked, it feels like a transgression
Now here's your comeuppance because you better learn your fucking lesson
An urkling to kill, to stab every ounce of my surrows away
To drown my pure insanity, because I feel like committing suicide today
Suicide. Suicide. Homocide is the thirst I need to abolish my dehydration
The sweat is beating from my palms, the drawing of my shank, its the temptation
Anger is so conceitful, hatred is to be depleted, because we'll be departed
Slash. Slash. Slash. For a feeling of murder, I will fucking finish what I had fucking started
(interlude)
It starts with an obsession, on the verge of sheer jubilance
It's a ride so thrilling, you better hold on tight, because you might be under the influence
The DUI of love, when the feeling of triumph and hope is faded
With the hopeless slipping through your fingertips, when love is finally jaded
When you try to patch the holes, you just create a bigger space
Like as if the epitome of love cannot be replaced
And you're all alone, with the feeling you wanna cry
But your inner demons are coaxing you, saying "this is your time to die"
And you wish you can submerge into the qualities of what brought you together
But you know, for every bad, it was for every worse, and just the thought of, never
When your scared to open, close your eyes, because you know what's there
A box full of tragedies, a faded memory, with no reason to care
As you eagerly anticipate the inevitable war fought out, the sense of entitlement
That you have a new heart restored, to take in place of new confidence
You gasp for air because you're still suffocating, looking to breath
But you eventually realize this is the sight you're no longer going to see
(back to song)
Suicide. Suicide. Homocide is the thirst I need to abolish my dehydration
The sweat is beating from my palms, the drawing of my shank, its the temptation
Anger is so conceitful, hatred is to be depleted, because we'll be departed
Slash. Slash. Slash. For a feeling of murder, I will fucking finish what I had fucking started
To submerge it into the abyss, on behalf of my distress
The fragrance of a fish, the mark of a woman
My troubles evaporated, yet not is my hand
The tenderness of a kiss, my lip mark embedded
The sensation of a thousand butterflies, not one to be shredded
For I caress the ounce of your every hug
The farenheit that is untouchable to the sun
The purity of my hand interlocked, it feels like a transgression
Now here's your comeuppance because you better learn your fucking lesson
An urkling to kill, to stab every ounce of my surrows away
To drown my pure insanity, because I feel like committing suicide today
Suicide. Suicide. Homocide is the thirst I need to abolish my dehydration
The sweat is beating from my palms, the drawing of my shank, its the temptation
Anger is so conceitful, hatred is to be depleted, because we'll be departed
Slash. Slash. Slash. For a feeling of murder, I will fucking finish what I had fucking started
(interlude)
It starts with an obsession, on the verge of sheer jubilance
It's a ride so thrilling, you better hold on tight, because you might be under the influence
The DUI of love, when the feeling of triumph and hope is faded
With the hopeless slipping through your fingertips, when love is finally jaded
When you try to patch the holes, you just create a bigger space
Like as if the epitome of love cannot be replaced
And you're all alone, with the feeling you wanna cry
But your inner demons are coaxing you, saying "this is your time to die"
And you wish you can submerge into the qualities of what brought you together
But you know, for every bad, it was for every worse, and just the thought of, never
When your scared to open, close your eyes, because you know what's there
A box full of tragedies, a faded memory, with no reason to care
As you eagerly anticipate the inevitable war fought out, the sense of entitlement
That you have a new heart restored, to take in place of new confidence
You gasp for air because you're still suffocating, looking to breath
But you eventually realize this is the sight you're no longer going to see
(back to song)
Suicide. Suicide. Homocide is the thirst I need to abolish my dehydration
The sweat is beating from my palms, the drawing of my shank, its the temptation
Anger is so conceitful, hatred is to be depleted, because we'll be departed
Slash. Slash. Slash. For a feeling of murder, I will fucking finish what I had fucking started