Why does living feel so empty when I'm not alone?
Just because I live here doesn't mean I feel at home
Every time I see you, I get the strong urge to run
Pack my bags and leave this hell, never to return
Can't catch my breath
Can't ease my mind
Can't pull away but I
Can't bear to stay
Every possible way out is barred
But every fibre of my being screams that this is not my life
You are a monster
With a heart of blackest coal
A succubus by instinct
With a ravenous hunger for my soul
Time gets so heavy, stretched and slow
A leaden weight in my stomach, how could I let you know?
Your attempts to subvert me, won't make me more like you
Everyone is their own person, and it just won't do
Don't want your love
Don't need your time
Don't turn a phrase
That you can't repay
Now life is open and free
I will leave this pit and damn the life I leave behind, I will live
You are a monster
With a heart of blackest coal
A succubus by instinct
With a ravenous hunger for my soul
You are a monster
With a heart of blackest coal
A succubus by instinct
With a ravenous hunger for my, for my, for my soul
credits
from EP,
track released October 9, 2007
Cedric Warner Sparkman - Vocals, Guitar (Rickenbacker)
Slater Ferguson - Rhythm Guitar (1966 Custom Shop Telecaster)
Laurence Adams - Bass (Höfner), Guitar (Rickenbacker)
Andrew Knight - Drums
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