Matches in the Wind - Wings Denied

This vicious compulsion of ours

A trainwreck of leather and stone

This wicked corrosion of ours

Has your eyes

Begging me for more

I’m your shepard

To the slaughter I lead you

Insanity it echoes from every broken bone

Take off your face

An unachievable perfection

Your masochistic eyes are begging me for more

Some things are

Better left in darkness and unspoken for

Some things are

Better left in darkness and unspoken for

Charcoal black fingertips

Never

Tasted

So goddamn wrong but I’m here and I’m

Begging you for more

Strike another cling on it for your dear life

This time the flicker it just might

Paint the picture right

Trivial exhibition

Striking matches in ther whirlwind

Let this cursed flame die out 'till it’s no more

Some things are

Better left in darkness and unspoken for

Some things are

Better left in darkness and unspoken for

Some things are

Better left in darkness and unspoken for

Some things are

Better left in darkness and unspoken for