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.. It's our time..
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 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 what's 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
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 an amateurs game
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