Falling by Mind At Wrest Lyrics
You came to me from right out of a dream
A vision of beauty and bliss
But a poisonous potion glistened on your lips
And my fate was sealed with a kiss
Bitter and jaded your thirst for revenge
Concealed by an innocent smile
But underneath your genial façade
Is a person that’s vicious and vile
Flying so high until my wings are taken away
(I’m falling)
As loud as I scream you can’t hear a word that I say
(I’m calling)
You come and soon I am covered with wounds you inflict
(With disdain)
I tell myself that I can endure anything
(Feel no pain)
Death with a gun would be fast and no fun
You know that would never suffice
You choose a whip with a poisonous tip
And your strikes arе deft and precise
You livе for the pleasure of dealing out pain
A sickness a morbid disease
The more blood is shed the more that is fed
This demon that you must appease
Flying so high until my wings are taken away
(I’m falling)
As loud as I scream you can’t hear a word that I say
(I’m calling)
You come and soon I am covered with wounds you inflict
(With disdain)
I tell myself that I can endure anything
(Feel no pain)
Death with a gun would be fast and no fun
You know that would never suffice
You choose a whip with a poisonous tip
And you will make me pay the price
You live for the pleasure of dealing out pain
A sickness a morbid disease
The more blood is shed the more that is fed
This demon that you must appease
A vision of beauty and bliss
But a poisonous potion glistened on your lips
And my fate was sealed with a kiss
Bitter and jaded your thirst for revenge
Concealed by an innocent smile
But underneath your genial façade
Is a person that’s vicious and vile
Flying so high until my wings are taken away
(I’m falling)
As loud as I scream you can’t hear a word that I say
(I’m calling)
You come and soon I am covered with wounds you inflict
(With disdain)
I tell myself that I can endure anything
(Feel no pain)
Death with a gun would be fast and no fun
You know that would never suffice
You choose a whip with a poisonous tip
And your strikes arе deft and precise
You livе for the pleasure of dealing out pain
A sickness a morbid disease
The more blood is shed the more that is fed
This demon that you must appease
Flying so high until my wings are taken away
(I’m falling)
As loud as I scream you can’t hear a word that I say
(I’m calling)
You come and soon I am covered with wounds you inflict
(With disdain)
I tell myself that I can endure anything
(Feel no pain)
Death with a gun would be fast and no fun
You know that would never suffice
You choose a whip with a poisonous tip
And you will make me pay the price
You live for the pleasure of dealing out pain
A sickness a morbid disease
The more blood is shed the more that is fed
This demon that you must appease