Art of War Lyrics

Blue eyes under blonde strings

His pleasure renew

Red rivers carve out pink creeks

My obsessions continue

Begging me begging me please

Honey don’t be rude

Painful angelic screams

When you look at me

I’ve dreamt of the day you’d look at me this way dreamt of the day

Alone in my room

Alone in my room

No crying just smiling we’ll be one soon

Rest your eyes close your lips open your mind

Let it be free

Beauty they say is skin deep my love we’ll just have to see

I’m so intrigued of what lies underneath

If I take your breath away

Would you still be able to breathe

No

I don’t think so

Sorry for the mess and for the dress

Pics won’t cut it silver in hand my biggest fan

Swear I love it

Don’t fight the light I promise it’s not that tight

You just have to say you love me it’ll all be over makes me sober

There is nothing above me, there is nothing above me

Bracelets new for your wrist

I’ll eat your heart out

The empty hole bringing you bliss

Pull straight out your mouth

Stop it don’t clench up your fist

No tongue can’t shout

Spraying out your life in mist

Try to rest your eyes

Rest your eyes close your lips open your mind let it be free

Break your heart then I’ll mold it again there’s no gain if we don’t bleed

Sorry for the mess and for the dress

Pics won’t cut it silver in hand my biggest fan

Swear I love it

Don’t fight the light I promise it’s not that tight

Pluck your eyes out so you can see we are one indeed skin

So soft my sweet fits like a glove I believe

Oh god is this what it’s like?

To find out what someone’s like inside?

Like toys in my hand I understand my effectuation through mutilation

Don’t worry my dear we only suffer til death do us part that will come sooner than you think now

I know I touched your heart so please just understand that this not the way that

I saw you when we first met don’t tell me that it’s all my fault

Because you’re the one that’s covered in guilt

Let me hold your hand though I know you can’t feel anything

Are your ears piercing at the sound of my singing?

Sorry for the mess and for the dress

Pics won’t cut it silver in hand my biggest fan

Swear I love it

Don’t fight the light I promise it’s not that tight

Keep your squirms slow and gasping smooth slit your smile wide swallow coagulated pride