Glass Lungs
He walks along these haunted halls
Where no soul roams along these city streets
Where this blood is splattered on these walls
And the stench of her corpse within these sheets

It crawls within her
And writhes beneath her skin
He's waited for so long
To fulfill his fantasy
He rips out her heart
And holds it in her face
So she could see how fucking cold it is before she takes her last breath

Is he human? Is he even fucking sane?
Can he feel? Are emotions just
Fucking bleak? And as he swallows his blood
He's fucking weak

The guilt takes over and his smile fades to hate
As the rage dies down he loads the gun for a clean slate
Holds it to his head, as his sorrow starts to flourish
Before he's fucking dead, his thoughts become his own fears
It crawls within her
And writhes beneath her skin
He's waited for so long
To fulfill his fantasy
He rips out her heart
And holds it in her face
So she could see how fucking cold it is before she takes her last breath

Is he human? Is he even fucking sane?
Can he feel? Are emotions just
Fucking bleak? And as he swallows his blood
He's fucking weak

This is where you die!

Is he human? Is he even fucking sane?
Can he feel? Are emotions just
Fucking bleak? And as he swallows his blood
He's fucking weak