(S. McCorkindale, M. Wood)
You are the echo in this hole of my heart
The teacher of the vices tearing me apart
Composer of the music of the killing floor
You’re lost in Babylon and you live as its whore
Grind me down and tear me out
Skin from bone
All fall down
You are the haunting feeling of my dreams
Filling me with lust and the loathing it brings
You’re inside the needles that I push in my skin
And you’re the only voice I still hear in the din
You are the idol I fight to tear down
The immaculate pretender that has stolen the crown
And when I have the scent and there’s nowhere to hide
You pull apart the flesh and you crawl back inside
Grind me down and tear me out
Skin from bone
All fall down
Has it gotten easier every time you come around?
I know I don’t resist as much as I used to
And it’s kind of funny but, despite every person that you’ve hurt
And everything that you’ve done
I like the feeling when you’re here
I can let myself go and hide in the back of my head
I have to wonder, though
How much longer will it be before the day I look in the mirror
And see you smiling back
Grind me down and tear me out
Skin from bone
All fall down
Verbage
The Lyrics of Mary Shelley Overdrive
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"I have to wonder, though
How much longer will it be before the day I look in the mirror
And see you smiling back" I don't know if this is an original line, or a borrowed thought, or whatever, but this is a stirring fucking line, and I love y'all for this song. It is, in fact, my ringtone every time I received a text.
Damn, I've really become slack about responding. June? Really? Fuck.
Anyway, that was an original line of mine. I was kind of reflecting on how I see myself versus my impression of what other people see and that line popped up.
Of course, there are those that would say it's one of my other personalities trying to assert it's dominance, but they lie! :)
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