She Was Asking For It
Take me back, back to the scene
It's coming back, I remember her screams
The fear in her eye, the night she died
It left me empty, hollow inside
Dead to the world, I see only black
There's blood on my hands, dead to the world
I see only black, the blood of the dead
Feelings deep inside, I don't understand
Can't fall asleep at night, I try and wake in fright
Touch of her skin, next to mine
Warm and wet deep inside
Dead to the world, I see only black
There's blood on my hands, dead to the world
I see only black, the blood of the dead
I wrapped my hands around her neck, squeezing out her breath
Eyes rolled back in her head, clawing at my skin
I know now it's not my fault, she was asking for it
Memories came back to me
In the night I hear her screams
Waiting in the grave, calling out
(Come to me)
(Come to me)
Come to me, I hear her screaming
Waiting, in the grave
Calling out, but she's buried
Waiting, in the grave
Come to me, I hear her screaming, waiting
I wrapped my hands around her neck, squeezing out her breath
Eyes rolled back in her head, clawing at my skin
I know now it's not my fault, she was asking for it
Memories came back to me
In the night I hear her screams
Waiting in the grave, calling out
I remember her screams the night she died
I left her empty, hollow inside
Dead to the world, I see only black
There's blood on my hands, dead to the world
I see only black, the blood of the dead
It's coming back, I remember her screams
The fear in her eye, the night she died
It left me empty, hollow inside
Dead to the world, I see only black
There's blood on my hands, dead to the world
I see only black, the blood of the dead
Feelings deep inside, I don't understand
Can't fall asleep at night, I try and wake in fright
Touch of her skin, next to mine
Warm and wet deep inside
Dead to the world, I see only black
There's blood on my hands, dead to the world
I see only black, the blood of the dead
I wrapped my hands around her neck, squeezing out her breath
Eyes rolled back in her head, clawing at my skin
I know now it's not my fault, she was asking for it
Memories came back to me
In the night I hear her screams
Waiting in the grave, calling out
(Come to me)
(Come to me)
Come to me, I hear her screaming
Waiting, in the grave
Calling out, but she's buried
Waiting, in the grave
Come to me, I hear her screaming, waiting
I wrapped my hands around her neck, squeezing out her breath
Eyes rolled back in her head, clawing at my skin
I know now it's not my fault, she was asking for it
Memories came back to me
In the night I hear her screams
Waiting in the grave, calling out
I remember her screams the night she died
I left her empty, hollow inside
Dead to the world, I see only black
There's blood on my hands, dead to the world
I see only black, the blood of the dead
Credits
Writer(s): Chris J Barnes, Jack Owen, Alex Webster, Robert Edward Barrett
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