A Boy With Roses

Cold As Hell

Until my fist is soaked in disillusionment 
I revel in the scars we kiss
Hull, the glimmer of dying slow
Soaks into my bed, and I\'m trying not to

Cut deeper
Cut deeper
Cut deeper 

I will numb this tepid
Illustration of dopamine
Blood dripping down my arm
When I look in his eyes
I\'m kissing heaven
I\'m kissing heaven 

Illustrating pink nightmares
Push me up against the wall
Don\'t break the eye contact
Don\'t tell my it\'s all my fault 

I pity your syntax
I think I\'m sensitive again
When I\'m on my knees
I see a new reality 
Hooked on ridicule
Subject to smoke and mirrors
I dream of us together, deprived lips
Betrayed by the notion

I\'m cold as hell
I\'m cold as hell
I\'m cold as hell.