Sedative - Death Romantic

Stained Soul

I'm like a match to a gas tank
I'm a bullet to the head
When your mind goes blank
I'm like a snake bite
The venom in my blood just feels so right
Combustion, your name, like propane
To the flame that sparks this fire

Air in, the bloodstream
My veins they are unclean
Seperate, neck from spine
Seperate my head from where it rests
All my veins are running thin
And I can't feel
I can't feel anything
My limbs are burning

Demons, as if you could see them
Ive torn at my wrists for some feeling
(Sold my soul to the depths, havnt seen any benefits)

I cannot break
I cannot ease the silence
I cannot speak
I cannot pull the guillotine

Find me at the bottom of the broken
Leave me like a carcass left to rot
Leave me, left to rot

Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Daly, Nathan Wolfenden, Raphael Abadi, Ryan Spencer
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