It's a two way street,
You and me...

Consumed, written and knowingly,
Within myself, it's just selfish glory...

I'm compelled by the power within thy.
And thy is compelled by the power inside...

Does it really matter?
what happens behind those closed doors...

This feeling, it crawls up my neck.
Grasping at my throat, sucking my air...

She's the lover,
Not the perfect one...

I'll say it over and over again,
Until I hear you say it back...

My tongue is playing games with me,
she slips by and I can't make the words anymore...

These lungs;
they fill with smoke...

Every pinch of pain,
Is a part of your soul...

The crimson light reflects off your face,
I dreamed of you, I dream of you...

I'm holding tight,
my fingers slip across the trigger...