Fresh poison every day to get you through the day.
The night is my lover, my sins are my artwork.

I am a beautiful, broken, crazy, fire burning your soul. I don’t know if you could be safe, but you could be.

I can’t cry, maybe if I could I would be human.
I have a fire, but I am cold. Its oky I don’t mind.

Fresh poison in the morning to make me get through the day.
if I only know what’s real I will be fine.