Mess

It burns at your eyes
Aches in your arms
Sickens your stomache
Yet it comforts you warm

Tempts you with peace
Oh you want it so bad
Forget the damn rules
Just one time go-ahead

Yea, you know you shouldn't
But what do they know
Its perfectly therapeutic
Its a cure that won't work slow

So c'mon now, give in
Oh sell your damn sould
The devil's offering his red cape
Such a bargain! your on a roll!

Yes, you are indeed rolling
Don't dare stop now
Go and get it, yes . . . yes . . .
Get them cameras rollin' we're in for a show

Black lines stain your cheeks
Your eyes shut, no more pain, no stress
Oh you look so peaceful in that bed
But darlin': you've made such a mess

In your right hand lay the blade
Your left lies on the soggy mattress
The bleeding won't stop
Oh darling what a mess

Your turning such a sickly shade of white
Oh and the stench is so stale and soure
Your head hurts, you grow faint
Your muscles robbed of their power

What were you thinking
Letting the devil trick you
And now your breath is slowing
Now what will you do?

His cape over your arm
It soaks deep into the bed
How could you be so naive
Too late now, just rest your head

The bleeding has stopped, but so has your pulse
Oh darling such a mess
He is now back to collect your soul
No worries now, its time to rest