Out Of The Woodwork

I'm fucking lost in your mannequin stare //
Your eyes burn like cigarettes //
They pierce into me as I choke on the ash //
Turned inside out, my stomach churns with disgust //
Another notch on my bedpost, another nail in my coffin, another empty promise //
Screams echo in the night, a loveless embrace //
Nauseas from the taste of your poisonous tongue //
Legs bent back, spread eagle, there is no turning back now //
Tonight you belong to me, weak willed, I will possess you //
No one said it would be easy, but it's not gonna be that hard //
Tonight you belong to me, tonight you belong  //
I  can't comprehend the irony of dancing on your own grave //
I can't make any promises but just give me enough rope and we'll see what happens //
Your darkness steals the form of every queen //
So peculiar, so bizarre //
It reaches for me //
Right out of the woodwork //
I'm fucking rambling //
Out of order //
Out of body //
Out of mind //
Dark voice whispers soundless language //
Asking me where I've been //
But I don't know the answer //
Turn backward, turn backward //
Is there anybody there?