The Weak and the Wounded

	The end begins.
	I can escape as it pulls me further into anesthesia.
	Tear down my sense of conviction.
	Corrupt my soul.
	The end begins.
	In my eyes.
	In my heart.
	I have laid upon a deadman bed, only to fall into a trap of lies and seduction that rivals the greatest sense of love.
	Play it back until the voice becomes just a sound.
	Penetrate my mind with all these images of you.
	I have given up an angel kiss.
	Only to break apart your path of trust and burn myself down.
	Struggle to the end;
	I scare myself.
	I give it all to have it back.
	I could have had it all in front of you all by myself.
	Love in my eyes, lust in my heart.
	I made it all up.
	Lies, deceit empowers me, so it ends.

	The end begins.
	I can escape as it pulls me further into anesthesia.
	Tear down my sense of conviction.
	Corrupt my soul.
	The end begins.
	In my eyes.
	In my heart.
	I have laid upon a deadman bed, only to fall into a trap of lies and seduction that rivals the greatest sense of love.
	Play it back until the voice becomes just a sound.
	Penetrate my mind with all these images of you.
	I have given up an angel kiss.
	Only to break apart your path of trust and burn myself down.
	Struggle to the end
	I scare myself.
	I give it all to have it back.
	I could have had it all in front of you all by myself.
	Love in my eyes, lust in my heart.
	I made it all up.
	Lies, deceit empowers me, so it ends.