The echo of your voice
Brings a cold chill to me
Like the comfort of death
On a damp dark night
Like the comfort of fear'
And a racing heart
That smell of you
That lingered n the air
Like ransid friut
Ignored and gone bad
Like the devil himself
Disguised in lambs clothing
Blending in with everyone else
The pounding of my head
As I hit the ground
Receading into myself
My body and spirit
Already battered and bruised
Lays domant with no feeling
The echo of your voice
Growling like the monster you are
Brings me to my knees
And cripples me forever more
Brings a cold chill to me
Like the comfort of death
On a damp dark night
Like the comfort of fear'
And a racing heart
That smell of you
That lingered n the air
Like ransid friut
Ignored and gone bad
Like the devil himself
Disguised in lambs clothing
Blending in with everyone else
The pounding of my head
As I hit the ground
Receading into myself
My body and spirit
Already battered and bruised
Lays domant with no feeling
The echo of your voice
Growling like the monster you are
Brings me to my knees
And cripples me forever more