How about we drop the act, and get down to magic.
This kind was made for dreaming
I hold this heartbeat in my hand.

Your knees are weak, you're screaming.
As we descend in slumber hate will come alive,
I dream to wake up and find that you're no longer,

Breathing.

Now that we're in the light, your vulnerable, and show.

Mistaken understandings of all your beaten skin.
!@^%.
There's only one road for cunts like you,

A free fall into the pavement
Claim your death.


We'll just watch you,
They said, you'd learn.


Your thoughts are bleak, you're craving.
Now we pretend our chests are hollow
you'll fall victim to my,

Sleight of hand, of your blood, stay asleep,
Shut your mouth, and let my soul burn in peace.
Open arms, I welcome you to test my patience.


I'll tie the rope,
For what it's worth.


Stand up for one more bow, close the curtains, end this.
Slip into something tighter, like the noose around your throat.

Stand up for one more bow.
For what it's worth, I killed my dreams for you.