Sometimes you just need someone to commit with.
What kind of magic do I have in my fingertips?
Lightning fire, blast you up, make you melt, rough as fuck.
Because sometimes you need a pair of eyes
to look right into your soul; in all their silence,
they are still so loud. I’ll be found – I don’t know,
Am I wildin’ – I’ll never call it right, I won’t be that blind.
The stuff you want is mine, and I’m not keeping anything tonight
I won’t paint it red, won’t let you burn it either
Cause I’m not talking fire, at least not a consuming pyre
I want the crucible, strike it while it’s hot from the furnace,
On the anvil we are birthing days – hammer that shit out,
The taste of you is incredible – especially when I’m hungry
Are you afraid of being lonely? Press those claws into me,
Tear a little flesh, I swear it will look good on me,
Oh you’ve got the means to rip apart anyone you please.
That’s a dangerous characteristic – I can hear it seethe
Should I put you down or drop with you under me?
Are you ready to turn up the heat? Like it was possible to imagine
something hotter than the moment we touched baby.
I’ve got you on this throne like Satan himself done claimed your soul;
Like he made a pact so dark he had to stop by a few minutes before 8
To pick you up and take you out for everything you never felt
And with that even God can hear you gasping,
From beyond the night sky we’ll go swimming in
Because we all know now you’ve had a taste,
No one stops until they’ve touched the depths
Take this vehicle for a drive down your spine, fingers ride the lines,
The curves between familiar, and never felt better
This the kind of shit that take you back to the beginning
– Talking bout the big bang of the universe
I was there once, and now here we are.
When she was here couldn’t get enough,
when she’s gone like she was never here at all,
couldn’t keep her under the covers, too hot,
had to break it off, find a new spot, turn the pillow over,
cool it off, And now I’m all talk, about was this real life,
or was I just a roll of the dice, hit luck once, thought it was all mine,
but I couldn’t sign, granted, it wasn’t worth the dime,
they we’re trying to push on me, and I just spent the time,
not worrying about whether it was worth my life,
All in now, you can’t call me ‘mine’
You want to get down, then fall down
I don’t worry about the outcome, just the way I got there,
Dead in my grave, it was worth the nightmare
So tell me, do you think life is fair?
I wonder if you could of done better here