songs

Psychopath, sociopath, maybe, you just don't care
You can try looking for different frame of mind
but you know you'll just go dancing around the flame
Fraternity within a burning plague, the fancy doormat of the sewer gate
Never letting just anyone in, however thorough the search

So were those just precise word, or were they just sharp knives
Hidden in compliment, sent inside envelopes
Two sides of the same coin, still twisting in the wound
Two sides of the sharp coin, piercing heart and brain

You never wrote anything, though you owned all those diaries
Loner behaviour, never denied her and still you lost it all
As soon as she could, she'd run, and run, and run as far as she could
You were always the problem or maybe the rope wore thin

So were those just precise word, or were they just sharp knives
Hidden in compliment, sent inside envelopes
Two sides of the same coin, still twisting in the wound
Two sides of the sharp coin, piercing heart and brain

"Psychopath, sociopath, maybe I just don't care
You're a self-proclaimed Apollo, 'cause well then I'm Aletheia
And I will see you on the morrow"
He said repeatedly, without a thought