Memory Vault Vol. 10 - Her Arm Was Your Leg ( TCP )

You might as well admit it
You can't break the obsession
A control you can never hold
So much for your soul
You may as well fuck her memory
She did the same
An entwined mess that took you
To places that were unthinkable

Her arm was your leg
And your mouth was her tongue
A barbed wire orgasm of thought
That bled insanity only for you
She got the better while you got poisoned
At the time it felt good
But now those insides are rotting
What you wouldn't give
For TCP in some cotton

But TCP won't do
Only she can suck the poison out
But she's unwilling
You'd only say goodbye
So to say you were living a lie
And become a fashionless victim
Nothing hurts anymore
Not because you're numb
But because you're crippled

Will those wounds ever heal?
It's simply not enough to feel anymore
Actions speak louder than words
But you'll never get the true extent
Faceless lives fade faster
Breathe alone now dying for your art
You gave up acting to play the part

I found out you lay dead
With the lights still on
And the TV still playing
Pornographic pictures
In the end, it was just the truth
To spend those years catching up
On all the lives in your youth