I Have to Go Returns Some Video Tapes
Your world opens
up and swallows me
I'm empty,
just another silent symphony
Those lies in
between the strings and the timpani
divide
I want you to know
I've been in your apartment
This is the instrument
I split your head apart with
It's not the first time
I've had the impulse
Unwrap your skin and axe off your limbs
So I can come to terms and face the mask that's in front of me
I know there is no exit,
I erased it from my memory
Watch as my blood lust seeps out of my nights
And contaminates all of my days
The violence playing my song
The orchestra of flesh and bone
Don't confuse "mergers, acquisitions"
When what I really mean is "murders, executions"
My drug of choice is adrenalin,
like herion, mescaline, perfection
You have to leave or else I know I will hurt you tonight
It's not that I like you,
I want to look at your insides
Don't turn around,
you don't want to see what's coming
A clean inscision,
my next victim
The violence playing my song
The orchestra of flesh and bone
Turn it up, it turns me on
It makes me feel like I belong
Your world
opens up and swallows me
I'm empty,
just another silent symphony
Those lies
in between the strings and the timpani
Divide
every part of your body
The violence playing my song
The orchestra of flesh and bone
Turn it up, it turns me on
It makes me feel like I belong
up and swallows me
I'm empty,
just another silent symphony
Those lies in
between the strings and the timpani
divide
I want you to know
I've been in your apartment
This is the instrument
I split your head apart with
It's not the first time
I've had the impulse
Unwrap your skin and axe off your limbs
So I can come to terms and face the mask that's in front of me
I know there is no exit,
I erased it from my memory
Watch as my blood lust seeps out of my nights
And contaminates all of my days
The violence playing my song
The orchestra of flesh and bone
Don't confuse "mergers, acquisitions"
When what I really mean is "murders, executions"
My drug of choice is adrenalin,
like herion, mescaline, perfection
You have to leave or else I know I will hurt you tonight
It's not that I like you,
I want to look at your insides
Don't turn around,
you don't want to see what's coming
A clean inscision,
my next victim
The violence playing my song
The orchestra of flesh and bone
Turn it up, it turns me on
It makes me feel like I belong
Your world
opens up and swallows me
I'm empty,
just another silent symphony
Those lies
in between the strings and the timpani
Divide
every part of your body
The violence playing my song
The orchestra of flesh and bone
Turn it up, it turns me on
It makes me feel like I belong
Credits
Writer(s): Simon Wilcox, Kyle Even, Mike Green, David Schmitt
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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