01-15-2005, 01:00 AM
....and I\'m stalking
while you were talking
I slid this mask
down
smooth
as a coffin
you\'ll preach it\'s true
while I
creep on you
hands outstretched
your death
has softened
and my one regret
as I squeeze your breath
is that I couldn\'t kill you
a little more often
Cuz I\'m Not Impressed
throw flowers in my heart
for the grave
it became
but the hatred that flourishes
nourishes
in my head screaming roars
are no longer ignored
you\'re just one little whore
on the corner
....and I\'m stalking
while you were talking
I slid this mask
down
smooth
as a coffin
you\'ll preach it\'s true
while I
creep on you
hands outstretched
your death
has softened
and my one regret
as I squeeze your breath
is that I couldn\'t kill you
a little more often
Cuz I\'m Not Impressed
throw flowers in my heart
for the grave
it became
but the hatred that flourishes
nourishes
in my head screaming roars
are no longer ignored
you\'re just one little whore
on the corner
....and I\'m stalking