Imprisoned in a tiger cage, where daily I'm fed
A slow drip iv echo of everything that you've said
now my shangri-la is just a place where the dead
Rise up out of their graves to make a meal of my head
You will be mine
You've got me thinking of you all of the time
You've got me nervous and rehearsing my lines
In this witching hour now the stars have aligned.
Ashes rising in God's lonely skies
In a burning bed perfection lies
You know why I'm here and what I'm after
My manifesto's in it's final chapter
Slip the noose and pour some champagne.
Breathing heavy staring at the mess that we've made
Nuclear showers feel like hot summer rain
Stockholm syndrome's just a debt to be paid
You will be mine
You've got me thinking of you all of the time
You've got me nervous and rehearsing my lines
In this witching hour now the stars have aligned
In and out you gurgle, salivating on me in your mouth,
Stuttering the word of God delivered in the dirty south,
I'm taking it slow, watching you crawling to the stereo,
Turn it up, soul suffocating, clawing the walls
Now your shadow is my valentine
I've Succumb to your whim
You've turned my blood into wine
Every breath your breathing out now I'm breathing in
Every move your slithering's a cardinal sin
You will be mine
You've got me thinking of you all of the time
You've got me nervous and rehearsing my lines
In this witching hour now the stars have aligned
Slip the noose and pour some champagne
Breathing heavy staring at the mess that we've made
Nuclear showers feel like hot summer rain
Stockholm syndrome's just a debt to be paid
Ashes rising in God's lonely skies
In a burning bed perfection lies
You know why I'm here and what I'm after
Now the prisoners become the captor

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