come lie with my bones

heaven talks but not to me

he gets to die a saint but she will always be a whore

i was made to die from the start

i want to see what your insides look like

you act like i want to be cured. personally, i like the disease.

yesterday i heard god say "it's in your blood."

i should burn in hell

no angel has come for me

like roses, we blossom then die.

you and me, lover

catching angels as they fall

no one will ever hurt me the way you do.

blackest heart you've ever seen

you are the hell inside of me

i felt like destroying something beautiful.

you'll always be like a nightmare to me

i want to be the spit that tingles on your lips

some days are better than others

my angel wings were bruised and restrained