Drawing crosses on her skin

we saved ourselfs

set my standards tease your trends

felt the devil in her gears

and all the dead dogs that failed to cross her veins remain the astray

and the emptiness we filled

the cups of hate and torched her plains



drawing crosses on her skin

I saved myself

feeling up and dropping in

felt the devil in your gears

and all the tired tracks we laid across her back ramined the same

and the hollow sounds of blackened

clouds relieved your stagnant taste

I know I never promised a thing

and surrend ain't a part of your game

but honey I ain't taking the blame

you were the wind that set sail my sin

I reposes the consequence and take

just what I need... ten thousand feet of failure creep...

I'll bring you to your knees