Story Behind the Song
Yet another nightmare/fear theme involving a female companion who is dead and who comes back to life to torment/eat my flesh/kill me sort of vibe. Of course, I must distroy her to survive. I need help...
Lyrics
No pulse in her wrist, except in imagination. No light in her eyes, except from my lasersight. She's bathing in red and it comes from my head. It offsets the blue in her lips. Chrome glare from the table, it hurts my eyes. Trauma to horror to lies. She casts no reflection, her skin is cold. No more promises to keep, no more hand to hold. She's lying in wait as she's lying in state. Black roses in vases, her nails on the slate. Her fingers are razors, her vision is hate. Steel in my head, it's too late. She's bathing in red and it comes from my head. It offsets the blue in her lips. Chrome glare from the table, it hurts my eyes. Trauma to horror to lies. She's lying in wait as she's lying in state. Black roses in vases, her nails on the slate. Her fingers are razors, her vision is hate. Her steel in my head, it's too late.
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