You say I'm an angel?
Take me to heaven.
Think I'm demonic?
Send me to hell.
A nymphomaniac?
I say screw you then.
What you're dying to know,
We'll never tell.
I am not the delicate
that you may just think,
So if I'm what you really want,
Then hold me down and take a drink
From deeper than the surface,
The soft skin that you all see,
This is but a masquerade,
Not my identity.
What's more appealing to some
Is the fountain of my lies,
But have a taste of the real me,
And I will take you by surprise.
Do not let yourself be fooled
Into an easier belief;
My bright canvas was spilled over;
the darker shades are hidden beneath.
Tripped out on your mescaline
I am not delirious,
You're high on my ecstasy,
I'm still violently serious.
You will laugh, I'll break a smile,
But just have a look in my eyes;
Inside I am already dead,
But on the outside you keep me alive.
So now what do you have to say?
Your thinking was completely wrong.
I am everything you never knew;
Below quiet lies, I scream my song.
Don't let my sharpness cut you,
I know you won't, you're all that I am.
We've finally tasted each other,
love and pain;
addicted insomniacs.
