Compulsion

All light fades

Bound, seeping from anxious lust
Smile, melting as hands embrace
Fluid, quivering eye
Helpless

Throbbing well
Drip from its seams
Throbbing well
Drink, drink

Throbbing well (How do you breathe?)
Etched in bruised skin (Glistening abyss)
Throbbing well (How do you feel...)
Drink, drink (...All of me?)

Tempers collect
Colored vibrations
I am for show, I am for show
I am for show, I am for show

Tragic beauty
Fed for substance
Tragic beauty
Mangled heart

His temper awaits, frozen
Rambling on and on and on and on
Glares collecting, body still
Failing to return the flesh I deceived
There's no thrill, there's no point
Not anything I retain
Primal instinct
Compulsion

Close his begging mouth (I am prayer)
Give in to everything (I am fixture)
Close his begging mouth (I am prayer)
Give in to everything (I am fixture)

I am prayer
I am prayer
I am prayer
I am prayer
I am prayer
I am prayer
I am prayer