Shower in your sorrow

My throat is waiting for your kiss of death,
Pierce my neck with your fangs and open the gates of my demise,
Searching for a solution,
But it’s time for execution,
Flood these floors with your sweet tainted poison,
Let it flow from under the doors and down the halls,
These walls whisper lies and everyone listens,
Her eyes sewn shut as the plot thickens.

So shower in your sorrow,
Tomorrow is much too far from here,
Our fate concludes tonight,
As the clock strikes nine,
Shivers up your back,
He’s breathing down your spine,
You as dead to him,
As the heavens shine.

Watch the dice of death as they fall from your palms,
Snake eyes revealed as they bring out the guillotine.
There’s some beauty in this destruction,
the eyes of seduction peer into your soul,
Serpents strangle the pain away as the heads roll.

So shower in your sorrow,
Tomorrow is much too far from here,
Our fate concludes tonight,
As the clock strikes nine,
Shivers up your back,
He’s breathing down your spine,
You as dead to him,
As the heavens shine.

Pick a card,
Any card,
And seal your fate,
But be careful,
Win or lose it's your doomsday,
Ace of spades,
Brings the blades,
To your shaking wrists,
Smothered screams echo through the roof,
And your scars are proof,
Of these sick homicide games.

So shower in your sorrow,
Tomorrow is much too far from here,
Our fate concludes tonight,
As the clock strikes nine,
Shivers up your back,
He’s breathing down your spine,
You as dead to him,
As the heavens shine.

Rip all the stitches out,
And let the blood flow down your face,
The inner demons hide in silence,
They put you on death row,
Don't let your fear show,
Can you feel your heart race,
It’s a feast of pain,
And you’re the guest of honour,
In these homicide games,
Just place your fucking bets.

So shower in your sorrow,
Tomorrow is much too far from here,
Our fate concludes tonight,
As the clock strikes nine,
Shivers up your back,
He’s breathing down your spine,
You as dead to him,
As the heavens shine.

© Becky Baillargeon 2010