Digital Leather Eyes Of Rot Lyrics

the fascist regime of your bleeding heart

makes me wanna rip the hair of out of my head

and when i scream

i'm silenced by your guilt

this is the true essence of the hell of a man

our relationship is a dictatorship

i'm better off with you i guess that's what my friends tell me

and even though i'm putrid

and even though i'm cold

my self-sufficient solitude

is good enough to hold

coagulated blood is crusted on my lips from kissing you

as i stare into the eyes of rot