This Old Dark House

I'm death
& I'm the devil
& all the decibels you choose not to listen to
In a dark room
We've writhed in tune
While you wait
For your fate
It may be too late
To see a face In the heat of a strange embrace

C'mon Baby Cakes
Queen of caustic
Muderer of Mr. Fantastic
Back it up babe Isn't this what you wanted?
Where'd you learn about Satan?
From your phone?
You're too cool to crawl
You're too cool to crawl
You are death
& I'm a grave
& all the songs you sing to escape
To celebrate
Your red charade
Hate to play this game
In this film
I've watched you kill
& still insisit your lips are sealed
Come steal the show
Let's dance once more

Baby cakes
Where are you?
Swipe left!
All I see is red
Slit my wrist on your hips
I've seen your head crushed
& your legs removed You're too cool to crawl
You're too cool to crawl

In this old
Dark house
I knew I'd find you
Can't wait to lose
Control on your sweet perfume



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