The Feast Before the Massacre - Demo by NorthShoreOfficial

kiss my wrist, strike, please hit me.
i do not deserve the praise you give me.
after all thats been said, i am still a fool,
and i am still counting each scar and bruise.

this is my fist, meet, the mirror
i cannot make myself any clearer
and with each fucking lie you are dragging me down
im getting sick of being pushed around

dont you come near me again
and dont you dare call me a friend
i know this is hard to hear
but im sick of your shit my dear

well they say loves, blind, i disagree
its a cancer, and its in me
and they say time, heals, all wounds
but not even time will rid me of you

dont you come near me again
and dont you dare call me a friend
i know this is hard to hear
but im sick of your shit my dear

step into the light, no more shadows to hide your flaws
open up wide now let me size up those jaws
who knew indulging in your last words was just the feast before the massacre