- She's Strychnine
Like the snake in Eden, only more slippery & deceitful.
You're a poison girl!
I could've swallowed you, I'm seeking the proximity, to be under your flesh, flower of flesh and blood, I wanted to be your blooming.
I felt empty the minute you walked away from me...
Right now, I miss just everything about her.
The fragrance all around her neck, the way she moves, fuck yeah, those tight panties.
I can't wait to strip you down!
You're a monument of aesthetic, instead of glorifying (you),
I'll rearrange your pretty smile.
An icon to be adorned, you make me sick!
With a rusty cleaver, I'll be the new Da Vinci.
Whore. Poisonous. Wine. Strychnine!
You please yourself in the collecting of wrecks of men who've fallen under your charms.
Between these luscious legs, a graveyard has became quite a populous Nation.
But I simply won't give in, as I have seen beyond the cruelty of your looks.
Risen from the ashes of my love life, I aim to see you suffer.
And I desecrate everything that has been given to you, as natural weapons, against my will.
Weapons that you so skillfully use everyday, you call this justice?
To be the one, that will show you that tomorrow's morning glory is gonna be tainted and simply won't happen, ever again.
As sunrise is no more and so are you!
Letras
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A Prelude Of Things Worst To Come
A Regular Dose Of Azure
After Everything That's Happened, What Did You Expect
Binary Part II
Can Someone Please Explain This To Me?
Cleansed By Silence
Disaster In Sight
Failure In The Process Of Identifying A Dream
Kneel
Lecturing Raskolnikov (Or How To Properly Stab An Old Widow)
Nil :: Solaris
No Care Ever
O.A.S.D
Oceanic Motion
Of Me... Nobody Is Safe
Play Dead And I'll Play Along
Scorn Haven
She's Strychnine
Shunned Redeemer
Shut Up, I'm Trying To Worry
Signature
Substantial Guilt Vs. The Irony Of Enjoying
Tarnished Trepidation
The Bud Dwyer Effect
The Death Of One Man Is A Tragedy, The Death Of 10,000 Is A Statistic
The Girl Next Door Is Always Screaming
The More Things Change The More They Stay The Same
The Surge
They'll Never Know
This Feels Like The End...
This Is Considered Mere Formality
This Is The Last Time I Repeat Myself
Through Evidence
Untitled
Void Of Conscience
We Like To Call This One...Fuck Off
You People Are Messed Up
You're Not Carving Deep Enough