Speak Like Butchers

Caution to the eyes that wander to
The baited snare
It's prize is a beauty unmatched,
Guarded by jealous and writhing beast(')s(.)

Crimson teeth will,
Mark your end
And everything you love
Will fall prey to earth,
Lust make a meal of your heart
Mark my words brother
Your soul is meal, is fodder.

Her life is in pictures before me
There's blood in the air and I can see every drop in your smile.
Clench your teeth,
Wet your jaws.
The cadence her pulse beats is manic
Those drinks and that skin make her prey in all of your eyes.
No restraint,
No control.

You coward.
Bathe in urge,
With your dilated pupils.
Ain't it wild,
That we speak like butchers?
Look to me,
When the sun gives in.
Clench your teeth,
Fired synapse meets sin.

You're so familiar,
When your hand traces mine.
It's cold on the rooftop.
You're so familiar,
When your hand traces mine.
And I won't lose you
To a monster like him;

To shortness of breathe,
to sweat,
To alcohol,
And regret.

I will part Heaven and earth,
to end this game, to get to her.
I will part Heaven and earth,
To end this fight, to get to her.
Mark my words child.