matchstick veins
My bones ached when I heard it
Your siren song, sweet torment
My heartstrings repurposed
Plucked raw, was it worth it?
Your cries kindle the fire
I feel the burn, I don't know why
I always tried to satisfy
But I'm a stranger to your paradise
Matchstick veins
Pumping flames to the beat of my heart
Can't contain the heat, gonna tear me apart
Serenade, it invades, fill my lungs, suffocates
While notes sear the brain, oh god I'm sick of it
Matchstick veins
Pumping flames to the beat of my heart
I'm strong enough to thank you
For the hum you strummed across my drums
Almost deafened by your echos but instead I chose to let go
Listening for the last time (and now I)
Reclaim your chains as lifelines (ignited)
Incinerated bonds, they shine (won't fight it)
Bathin' in ash feels so divine
Matchstick veins
Pumping flames to the beat of my heart
Can't contain the heat, gonna tear me apart
Serenade, it invades, fill my lungs, suffocates
While notes sear the brain, oh god I'm sick of it
Matchstick veins
Pumping flames to the beat of my
Beat of my, beat, beat of my heart
When your sound first simmered on my skin
I submitted to its consumption of flesh
Offered the pyre you desired
Ignorant to the agony of your embrace
But now forged in fire, I can no longer burn
And after all these years, it's my turn
To channel the pain (rhythm of the chaos)
Harness the arcane (making rhythm of the chaos)
To make order of anarchy (it's my rhythm of the chaos)
To make sense of the insane (fucking rhythm of the chaos)
To make rhythm of the chaos
Matchstick veins
Pumping flames to the beat of my heart
Can't contain the heat, gonna tear me apart
Serenade, it invades, fill my lungs, suffocates
While notes sear the brain, oh god I'm sick of it
Matchstick veins
Pumping flames to the beat of my
Beat of my, beat, beat of my heart
Your siren song, sweet torment
My heartstrings repurposed
Plucked raw, was it worth it?
Your cries kindle the fire
I feel the burn, I don't know why
I always tried to satisfy
But I'm a stranger to your paradise
Matchstick veins
Pumping flames to the beat of my heart
Can't contain the heat, gonna tear me apart
Serenade, it invades, fill my lungs, suffocates
While notes sear the brain, oh god I'm sick of it
Matchstick veins
Pumping flames to the beat of my heart
I'm strong enough to thank you
For the hum you strummed across my drums
Almost deafened by your echos but instead I chose to let go
Listening for the last time (and now I)
Reclaim your chains as lifelines (ignited)
Incinerated bonds, they shine (won't fight it)
Bathin' in ash feels so divine
Matchstick veins
Pumping flames to the beat of my heart
Can't contain the heat, gonna tear me apart
Serenade, it invades, fill my lungs, suffocates
While notes sear the brain, oh god I'm sick of it
Matchstick veins
Pumping flames to the beat of my
Beat of my, beat, beat of my heart
When your sound first simmered on my skin
I submitted to its consumption of flesh
Offered the pyre you desired
Ignorant to the agony of your embrace
But now forged in fire, I can no longer burn
And after all these years, it's my turn
To channel the pain (rhythm of the chaos)
Harness the arcane (making rhythm of the chaos)
To make order of anarchy (it's my rhythm of the chaos)
To make sense of the insane (fucking rhythm of the chaos)
To make rhythm of the chaos
Matchstick veins
Pumping flames to the beat of my heart
Can't contain the heat, gonna tear me apart
Serenade, it invades, fill my lungs, suffocates
While notes sear the brain, oh god I'm sick of it
Matchstick veins
Pumping flames to the beat of my
Beat of my, beat, beat of my heart
Credits
Writer(s): Gabby Durden
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