drinking a cup of alligator blood

you know how I get, with my Tammy Faye eyes

Streets here are cemeteries, they feel alive when they’re dead

Oh god, I can’t believe I’m staring at a living Angel

We play the knife game on the table, I bleed to death, it doesn’t matter

He cuts into the wedding cake, and licks the frosting off the blade

Cause I will never be able to love you, I couldn’t if I tried

You carry all that suffering like a gun between your arms

he buried me, in a farmers field

I don’t wanna be your girl, I wanna be your gun

It’s not your body that I love, but it’s the shell you’re inside of

you taste like sweet apple pie, with whipped cream on the side

You like your cruel games, but I am not so quick to break

Everything I love gathers dust inside my chest

cause I never believed there was a heaven 'til I found you

Hell has a name, satans den

love he gives, that I don’t need

For as long as we’ve known each other, you’ve been playing this game with death

Lay me down on a heart shaped bed

Wild eyes, they are black like the magic 8-ball