Whisper sweet poison in my ear
grip my arm like you need me so bad...

Turn your face so you can't see mine
scratch your eyes until you're blind...

I write your name on the back of my hand
and draw a bright red heart next to it...

I inhale those memories
afraid to let go...

Tell me how things got to be this way
choking on words I'd like to say...

I didn't want this to be another holocaust
no, I -won't- burn anymore paper with these...

The Face of Nature
There's no makeup on the eye...

My rampant ways will try to cover these mistakes,
but neon confessions seep through the blacks and...

Rippled in and out of time
visions of you are easy to find...

I sit before an empty canvas
waiting for love to paint itself...

I see dry lips slip profane forms of accusation,
I can feel the burn of hate in your firm grip...

Zooming down the vast stretch of steaming concrete
engine vibrating my feet, surrounded by empty...