The Withering Testo

Falling down the stairs backwards again
I could never be the one to make you be still
Black and blue
Ultra-Violet light on skin
With the absence of will...
Siphoned
Off You
Into battle
This is war
Sadder still
This black refrain
Like violins
Another slow burn decay
A vain attempt to wash these tears and all the blood and dirt away
We've been down this road before
Been in this straitjacket for days
With open arms
I let you in
I let you snuff the flame
Be my victim
I revel in your apathy
This concession means I win
Like violence
Like violins...