Malign Monologues - Diablo Swing Orchestra

White knuckles, grip so tight

My porcelain pride has shattered in your hands

(Tall as a tree, you’re looking down on me

I keep raising my gaze, all I see is more of you)

Past due to make this right

Come walk with me, it’s time to make amends

(Tenderly you’re bleeding down on me

Well, I will wipe my bloody brow and see this through)

Radiating three-mile-smile

I will watch you burn alive

Follow me into my theater of lunacy

A place where victors write the history

Where sweet atrocities are done

In my dreams you’re nothing but a distant memory

I had a sinful opportunity

Thy’ll never know that you are gon

Flash my immoral might

The vice-like grip of white walls closing in

You squeeze me oh so tight

Your good example was your greatest sin

(In a long lost life there was no struggle or strife

A mental override left me acidified)

Herd my darlings, kill my sheep

Take my blade and hide it deep

Follow me into my theater of lunacy

A place where victors write the history

Where sweet atrocities are done

In my dreams you’re nothing but a distant memory

I had a sinful opportunity

They’ll never know that you are gone