as i walked through
the cold dead
of winter, my heart
grew cold with
addiction to the razors
of love once
again, a cold dead
December with
frost on your lips
the fire has
withered into ashes
of our ever
dying past that we
share
a cold dead heart
beats inside
of me, cold to the
bone is the
love you gave to me
will i walk
away this time, or
will i let
this addiction to the
razors of
love kill me once again
cold to the bone
i am walking
through this dead
world looking
for that warm feeling
that once
kept me alive for
so many years
cold to the bone
decayed to
the core, will this
all last
the razors of love
have split
me open yet again
six feet deep in a unnamed prison
is my heart
a slowly dying addiction
is my love
trapped in this mental prison
there's no better addiction then
THE RAZORS OF LOVE
sifting through the ash
piecing together
the past of a love that
was never meant
to last, this cold dead
December will
be the dying day of all
that we once
had, look into my eyes
see a love so
blind, that it will rip
out your beating
heart with the razors of love
six feet deep in a unnamed prison
is my heart
a slowly dying addiction
is my love
trapped in this mental prison
there's no better addiction then
THE RAZORS OF LOVE
a cold dead December
that i just
cant remember, an
addiction
of lust turning me
to rust
from the inside out
this is
where love dies, a
cold dead
December with nothing
but hate
to remember, let it all
bleed out
on to the ground, let
it freeze
in the air like the breath of
a nameless whore
that i cant help but adore
the razors
of love have stricken again