Brutal Habit

Changing Tides

Brutal Habit


I'd die to see you dead 
To see your tainted heart filled with lead 
What I thought was pure 
Was only your shady attempt to lure 
My hands are painted red 
Encrusted with the blood from those now dead 

My love is a vapor, a viper 
Ready to strike 
At any movement/accusement 
Accuse me? I think not. 
It's time you fought 
Let's see what you've got 

It seems that over time 
Your infection has become my obsession 
I'm sure you think that's fine 
But all it's done is put a sore on my spine 
And now I'm coming back 
There's no fucking way to stop this attack