Rung the bell

that internal friction: the initial impulse for revenge, her guided black addiction the shock of the attraction, the manipulation and the crushing realization that your own actions laid the groundwork for the heartbreak

It was somewhere we went to and it was In so many ways strange, between the hurt, revenge, pleasure, and. Her eye rolling extacy, so filled so fully,

Stretched out. Beyond comparison,

I learned a dark lesson.then,

I wanted to stop it before it was

So deep inside of you,

But when I objected,

You pulled it deep,

in my misery it

Injected, so much more

Thank could of,

I built a stage out of jagged glass,

To watch you walk and watch you

I wanted the sting, I wanted the burnr

A lesson in spite for the tables to turn

I pointed the way,

The pleasure u got

Became oddly,

Our mutual desired,

Satisfaction

No way would I ever

Expect I would ever enjoy

The pleasure of this

But. It eccalated to a

Quite beautiful c

Visual

Contrast is the best of all,

Of

I opened the door

To the very thing I couldn’t ignore

Thought I’d be cold, thought I’d be hollow

But I found a dark rhythm I started to follow.

(Chorus)

And the ghost of a choice is the hardest to kill

I played the hand, and I’m paying the bill

It was never the love, just the pull of the pride

Now the echo is rising, nowhere to hide

The seeds that I scattered are blooming in gray

And I’m watching the daughter walk the mother’s old way.

(Verse 2)

She looked at me with eyes I once knew

But a different light was shining through

She asked for the script that I wrote in the dark

Never meant for a flame, just a spiteful spark

And it breaks me down, yeah, it shatters the frame

To hear my own shadow calling her name

I fell for the heart, not the ghost of the sin

But I taught her the game, so how do I win?

(Bridge)

I tried to hold the leash, but I let it go slack

Now I’m staring at the void, and there’s no turning back

The sins of the mother, the trap that I set

Are tangled in the girl I haven’t lost yet

It’s a mirror, it’s a curse, it’s the truth on the floor

I’m the architect of the closing door.

(Outro)

Yeah, I’m the one who opened the door.

It was my own hand.

Just a lesson in spite.

Now I’m losing the light.

The circle closes tonight.