Lure of Decay

I lay back, dazed
Dreaming of "what if"
Little red-eyed demons
Tearing at my conscious
My left hands bleeding
And my right is numb
I just sat and watched you
The flames caught the sky
Duct tape my open wrists
Time doesn't heal all
Cigarette burns beyond the surface
The lure of decay
(Traces of warmth)
Echoes of lies
All thats left
All you left behind
Hidden enemies
Puppet strings
You think me naive
I think you weak
Actors without a script
They're getting bored
Execution line
Self-imposed
Dance on glass
(Don't forget to smile)
The worlds a stage
I hate this production
Back and forth, repeat, repeat
I prefer to improvise
Intellectual rape
Skinned by your looks
As my throat gets moldy
Reaction without a brain
Yearning for "what if"
Again and again
Oh, the lure of decay

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