The Arrow Stings
I could have been something
I could have been anything for you
I could have been nothing
I could have been everything to you
Stripping layers of sanity
Burning passion, lust and vanity
A dying heart will atrophy
This fleeting pretense of my apathy
I killed the innocent god of love
Falling to pieces, falling from above
The arrow stings, but doesn't matter this time
Your hold releases, now this power is mine
I killed the cynical god of blood
Falling to pieces, falling from above
The arrow stings, but doesn't matter this time
Your hold releases, now this power is mine
I could have been something
I could have been anything for you
But tell me just one thing
Did this ever fucking mean a thing to you?
Stripping layers of sanity
Burning passion, lust and vanity
A dying heart will atrophy
This fleeting pretense of my apathy
I killed the innocent god of love
Falling to pieces, falling from above
The arrow stings, but doesn't matter this time
Your hold releases, now this power is mine
I killed the cynical god of blood
Falling to pieces, falling from above
The arrow stings, but doesn't matter this time
Your hold releases, now this power is mine
I could have been anything for you
I could have been nothing
I could have been everything to you
Stripping layers of sanity
Burning passion, lust and vanity
A dying heart will atrophy
This fleeting pretense of my apathy
I killed the innocent god of love
Falling to pieces, falling from above
The arrow stings, but doesn't matter this time
Your hold releases, now this power is mine
I killed the cynical god of blood
Falling to pieces, falling from above
The arrow stings, but doesn't matter this time
Your hold releases, now this power is mine
I could have been something
I could have been anything for you
But tell me just one thing
Did this ever fucking mean a thing to you?
Stripping layers of sanity
Burning passion, lust and vanity
A dying heart will atrophy
This fleeting pretense of my apathy
I killed the innocent god of love
Falling to pieces, falling from above
The arrow stings, but doesn't matter this time
Your hold releases, now this power is mine
I killed the cynical god of blood
Falling to pieces, falling from above
The arrow stings, but doesn't matter this time
Your hold releases, now this power is mine
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Writer(s): Jason Winfield
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