Alien Concept

I am the daughter of the Devils rage
You are a disease, infecting my brain
Time moves on, but revenge doesn’t age
I pray for the day you burst into flames

I watch you silently, filling my boots
Become my hair, style, and the music taste
If I had a gun, you know that I’d shoot
Without hesitation, split second haste

If you think I’m bitter, I’m not – I’m fine
If I had a knife, I’d cut you in two
Straight down the middle, been walking the line
When looking back, I could look you straight through

You’ve warped my mind; I’ve been twisted, cut loose
Alien concept is me not being you