Purple Current Testo

In wrath-like returnOf these crimson tides
A blood soaked shore above
A sea of my demise
It feels like swallowing purple
When fire and bitter combine
Shadowed by this cool matte
I'm drowning every night
Your the last face I see,
before I start the day.
Before I fall asleep,
but I can hold you in my dreams....
I even try to live sometimes
But catching glimpses of you
Your picture on my dresser
So painful and complete
I see her with who she needs
It feels like swallowing barbs
Expanding in my stomache
Exploding when she smiles
Your the last face I see,
before I start the day.
Before I fall asleep,
but I can hold you in my dreams....
I hate us all most as much as I love you.