phillips head

you should'nt come around here no more
i just wanna watch you die
i've heard enough
of you rant and rave
about how he's a better man then i
so spit shined
battle weathered
a series of unfortunate pleasures
he may be a better man then i
but i still just wanna watch you die

they keep a light on for me in hell
just in case i decide to stop by
swallow my pride
bury my lack of faith
bury this screwdriver right in your face

damsel in distress
tied to the track
marks on my heart
head in the oven
under the bus
beautifully painful tender touch
darkness fits like a glove
but the opening of a veign
is where i really fell in love