Screenplay or Poetic Release?
Slurred speech and a swollen tongue,
The real you is back with decaying lungs,
These horrible habits make you who you are,
And constantly you return to that bar
Who’s your number one,
Tell me, don’t be shy
Who’s first,
Your habits or yours truly
Bring it on I’ll take you down
Those habits of yours can’t save you now
It’s all lost in this gore and mayhem,
Your blood spattering across the floor,
Oh what a perfect set up
The night was young,
Everything we’d hoped for
And now it’s all done,
Sliding down the wall with my sadistic smile,
You’ve tortured your last soul for now
Guess what love, it’s your turn next,
I can see you moving, smiling oh so slightly,
I can’t cry for you, all I see is blood,
Laughing manically we go at it again,
Butchered and bloody here’s our tale
Maybe one day our life will be a movie
Who’s your number one,
Tell me, don’t be shy
Who’s first,
Your habits or yours truly
Bring it on I’ll take you down
Those habits of yours can’t save you now
It’s all lost in this mayhem and gore
Your blood spattering across the floor,
You’re making this too easy love,
We’re experts you see,
With a dying breath you laugh
Hun, this is all too predictable,
Did you think I’d say but
All but predictable
I think not dear, for I am the expert
And you’re our bloody star,
Love, take a hike,
Your done, through, washed up,
I’m throwing this paper out,
we're both fadin out
and we've lost that battle,
here they come with pencils and paper,
there scribbling down each bloody detail,
exploiting the mangled mess we are,
hope that money burns their touch,
but know this love,
we'll be together to do this over and over again.
smith puget is effin awesome... mock him and die!