Compton Chauncey
Poser pretenses won't stop you from relenting your life to me

You traipse around like some lost pixie draped in misery

Past great histories livid controversy

Walk underneath on broken knees and bargain your soul to me

I've come to believe that my knowledge is key to my tyrranical domination of thee

here lies the never answered question

how much pressure will it take to get to heaven?

theres a monkey on my back but the devil himself stands proudly on your cold shoulder

subtle hints spark hazy memories of better days

but i believe in nothing, even what mine eyes tell me

give me my soul back, i seem to have left it in your possession

i wish i was still able to misplace my aggression for affection

why the misdirection?

please die so i can be happier