Violence in Bloom - Violence in Bloom

Brutal

Speaking with my forked tongue
Wit too sharp for my own good
Hold your feelings in my hands
Crush them in my grip,my grip

Crippled by fear as your world
Crashes down around you
Stare into the darkness, into my eyes

Find no comfort to cling to
Nothing to cling to
To cling to

Feeling claustrophobic
Like my skin is on too tight
I can't define this blurry line

I'm not something
You should fuck with
The venom drips from my mouth
I wish you would say that shit to my face
So i could grab you by your throat
Your throat

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Writer(s): Michael Russi
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