Perpetual Miscalculations

With your hungry glare, behind the webs
 Where you cast your spells
 The things that you say,
 They drive me insane
 The book will not burn,
 The book will not burn
 How I see you crave his porcelain
 Ever so much all some more
 Supple flesh where dreams pursue
 Empty souls they surround me
 Haunted faces, worn out places
 Calling me home, calling me home
 How your eyes have adorned
 Such sadness now, I'm never coming home,
 Coming home
 This shall be, a finely flippant funeral,
 The wolf salutes me
 Haunted thought, emptiness,
 Holds me from sleep
 Acrid fumes are rising over me, let go,
 Floating down the crimson ravine,
 So let darkness take me in
 Burning flesh will sting my nose,
 As misery finally streams
 A thousand unsung screams inside,
 But no tears are left to hide
 I'm losing my mind
 Empty souls they surround me
 Haunted faces, worn out places
 Calling me home, calling me home
 How your eyes have adorned
 Such sadness now, I'm never coming home,
 Coming home
 I'm so at my best baby,
 When my teeth are sharp as shit
 We could hang together,
 Kicking each other's chairs away
 Choking till no air is left
 How I see you crave his porcelain
 Ever so much all some more
 Supple flesh where dreams pursue
 I'm only half alive,
 But I've seen plenty of things
 That have scared and destroyed my eyes
 I've been dying to find out all the reasons
 That I left my sanity behind
 I've been trying to wash blood off my hands
 Still soaked in the innocence of you
 There's a stench of filth left in here
 There's a stench of pain
 We've been turning the other cheek
 For too long, a life of sin
 That's brought old habits home
 But we're still only half alive