Morbid Child

I search through wounds
for something i wont find
Cause I'm a morbid child
with a distraught mind

A black old heart
and a soul to match
I find my treasure chest
to unlock the hatch

I begin to cut
at those crimson tears
I'm thrashing at you
to escape all my fears.

I might want you again
so I hid you under my bed
I don't even care
that you're already dead.

Another body
to feed my desire
another dead soul
to throw on the fire.

Cut at your flesh
and I make it bleed
Your blood in the dirt
like a little seed.

Another one I'll find
to be Lying on the floor
In my morbid mind
you make me want more.

The devils and demons
laughing in your face
I can tell by your eyes
you welcome me with a brace.

You can feel the pain
oh god, I feel it too
the only difference between us
is that I actually want you.

But I've only just begun
and I'm starting to unwind
I'm still a morbid child
with a distraught mind.