Lit - Kristy Thirsk

Break then the morning light

An angel still has night

I hope this kill helps you to remember

Your game of love is weak

You’re waiting when you speak

I’ll be gone in the morning

I won’t make this easy

So hard to believe

I came without a warning

Come here

I’ll beat you at your game, my dear

You’re hit, now you said find me

Now it’s your turn, in the corner, the corner

I’ll admit, violence ascending

Like a vulture, you’re a goner, a goner

So shame you ask for me

I’m not the fool you see

I play this game of wanting

For all those you deceive

I wound you now, so deep

You think your heart’s exploding

You’re hit, now you said find me

Now it’s your turn, in the corner, the corner

I’ll admit, violence ascending

Like a vulture, you’re a goner, a goner

You’re hit, now you said find me

Now it’s your turn, in the corner, the corner

I’ll admit, violence ascending

Like a vulture, you’re a goner, a goner

You’re hit

You’re hit

You’re hit

You’re hit

You’re hit