Motionless In White - Puppets 2 (The Rain) Lyrics
I'm still not *****ing over it.You play like violins in a broken *****ing symphony,And I know this hurts for you, but I have no *****ing sympathy.Infectious cold, I've spent living with neglect,Yet I still can't let you go, and I'm still not *****ing over it.I know my suffering's what keeps you alive,And I know you *****ing love it.Six years I fell for this love Disguised in *****ing misery,My sinking ship, will you be the *****ing death of me?You breath only in withered lies, your perversion of disgust,Now another full length down and we're still not *****ing over this.And when your eyes become the looking glass,Through which only reflect the *****ing past,Conceived in poignant everlasting despair,You fell in love with the evil that you are.I can't forgive, I can't forget,This dream was ours but you ripped it to shreds.There's no escape, I can't reflect,The distance kills me but your presence's a threat.You traded everything for a life of broken promises,At 23 I've fallen out when you left me with your bitterness.A frame of glass and a love that's built on sorrow,Is a see through coffin for a heart that beats so hollow.I know this eats you alive,That which doesn't kill you just *****s with your mind.I can't forgive, I can't forget,This dream was ours but you ripped it to shreds.There's no escape, I can't reflect,The distance kills me but your presence's a threat.I will stay with you and cut right through,Through the essence of all that once was "like new" (was "like new").Out of place but you turned away,Leaving nothing but the mess that you made.For too long I have lived just another slave bound by your torment,But I'm not afraid anymore.I am not your *****ing puppet.I am not your *****ing puppet.The snow has turned to rain and now I hope your *****ing happy.I can't forgive, I can't forget,This dream was ours but you ripped it to shreds.There's no escape, I can't reflect,The distance kills me but your presence's a threat.I will stay with you and cut right through,Through the essence of all that once was "like new" (was "like new").Out of place but you turned away,Leaving nothing but the mess that you made.Six years I fell for this dead look on your face,When the rain has washed away, what will be underneath?A midnight breeze of chilled unease, when we began amiss,The haunting scent of autumn makes a scornful heart resist.A longing bliss in carnal stints of thighs gracing betwixt your hips,The harvest moon drapes aloft these graven, tattered crypts.Please just let me let you go,And kiss the life from my lips,To show me a love not even death can resist.Move!I am the boy with a thorn in his side,And I'm still not *****ing over it!
