A song that makes you tremble

a bulletproof revenge


a box of notes and letters


from a locked and loaded friend
My chest is lined in anguish


your voice is sounding sweet

wear me like a prom dress


I want to hear you scream
"Damnit, this corset is killing me."

Words to make you suffer

for branding me to you


time is telling secrets


the things you always knew

loving you was in vain


a dreadful price to pay


wear me like a prom dress,

I want to hear you scream

I wrote a thousand words

that brought about your lust


and now I tighten my grip upon


your chest with this vengeful distrust (There's no trust)
I hope you hear this and it takes away your breath


like the lace that pulls the fabric.

I hope it slowly leads to your death.


I want you dead.
(I'll hold you tight, like your corset on prom night)