Daemon King

They tell me that love don't come knocking for the strange
they tell me faded hope is the insignificance of the deranged
well won't you come sit by my side
spend sometime with a mad lost girl
I'll liven up your boring life with my sad story on a loop i tell
they tell me that love don't come knocking for the strange
they tell me faded hope is the insignificance of the deranged

She saw me staring right through your heart
holding my breath till your apart
gripping a thing called no reality
sinking my fingers into metaphorical skin
holding to tight
unstitching your seems
undoing your mind
blind smiles and to full words
seeping into the cracks
further tearing your solidarity.

I see in him my head
i feel him in my skin
remnants of yesterday
bottled up within
the curse that wont be crucified
the sin that wont be cast aside

I'm all cut up
I'm all undone
layer over layer
of echoes ghost love
twineing through the silence
darkly shining through the sun
Your marbled through my veins
painted round my soul
permenting frozen lungs
your my daemon king

I see in him my head
i feel him in my skin
remnants of yesterday
bottled up within
the curse that wont be crucified
the sin that wont be cast aside