what if I see you no more
my dried up tears preparing for a futile war
with your face blurred into the background
a faint echo of what meant to be safe and sound
my dried up tears preparing for a futile war
with your face blurred into the background
a faint echo of what meant to be safe and sound
yet here I am for you
pixel perfect skin
no blemishes
from within
eden of all wishes
pixel perfect skin
no blemishes
from within
eden of all wishes
what if I hear you no more
your empty promises I used to abhor
your words a whirlpool of nonsense
distant murmur of the past
your empty promises I used to abhor
your words a whirlpool of nonsense
distant murmur of the past
yet here I am for you
an other empty vessel of pleasure
drained
of hope
of dreams
of life
your treasure
an other empty vessel of pleasure
drained
of hope
of dreams
of life
your treasure
what if I feel you no more
I'm but a pile of dead receptors washed ashore
I'm but a pile of dead receptors washed ashore
a temple for your abominable lust
nourishing a well concealed disgust
yet I'm here for you
answering your call
wet and ready to screw
I'm gonna take it all
wet and ready to screw
I'm gonna take it all
what if I am no more
but a puppet you adore
bearing gifts galore
forever your whore