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Claustrophobia

de Darkmatter

I'm not dead, yet my skin feels like a body bag
This sense of dread, feelings that I wish I never had
I'm a saint, I'm a fiend for a liar
Chemically induced heretic, a pariah

This is claustrophobia

The fiction on your tongue
Salt to an open wound
Angels gaze felt like hell upon my frozen face
Why did I let you in?
Did I enjoy the taste?
Synthetic ecstasy overwhelms entropy

I beg you

Break me down
Let me gouge at the gauze
Break me down
So I can feel you some more
Break me down
Obliterate the void
Oh, break me down
So I can feel you some more

I'm not dead, yet this skin feels like a body bag
This sense of dread, feelings that I wish I never had
I'm not dead, yet this skin feels like a body bag
This sense of dread, feelings that I wish I never had
I'm a saint, I'm a fiend for a liar
Chemically induced heretic, a pariah

Opened me up
Just to watch me bleed
Take a bite of me
Sharpen your teeth

Your love is like suicide
It'll only fuck me up, yeah
Cut out my eyes
Sew the wounds shut
I've seen enough
I put up with the pain
Angel gaze
Hook it to my fucking veins
My obsession with your porcelain complexion

I'm not dead, yet my skin feels like a body bag
This sense of dread, feelings that I wish I never had
I'm a saint, I'm a fiend for a liar
Chemically induced heretic, a pariah

Your love is like cyanide
Slow suicide
Just take a bite
Make me bleed from the inside
Your love is like cyanide
Sharpen your teeth
Open me up

Sharpen your teeth
Open me up
Sharpen your teeth
Open me up

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