Sold my own, your soul for my throne — a wasted name, a memory without a frame. You should’ve known, I’m building up a storm, and its rain burns more than my growing flames.
Close your eyes, you’re all alone and there’s a war within my walls. The cause is gone, this is the last call.
I’ll sell your blood for blood. I’ll treat you with a good time. Fighting for a breath of air as you’re falling for the climb. You’ll lose at my winning game and I’ll fall for your desperate cries.
Hold onto your bones, you’re just a picture I’ve drawn — nothing to tame, a wanderer without an aim, who tries in vain to escape my pleasurable pain but I’m carved into you like words on a stone.
Close your eyes, you’re all alone and I’m vicious and cruel. You’ll see now what you haven’t seen before.