I've got your hurt upon my lips. Choke on your words, ventriloquist. Roll back my eyes, feed me the lines take all that you want from me. Touch my every open wound, to meet your every broken need.
My sweet release, come to me. I know that you'll never let go once you're in control.
You wave your cross above my head like I'm a puppet on your thread. Like a voodoo child, paint me a smile then hang me up on a tangled string. My hips will twist at your fingertips, but you know it don't mean anything.
My sweet release, come to me. I know that you'll never let go once you're in control
I can't meet your needs or fulfil your prophecies I can't meet your needs or fulfil my promises.