Day is over you're alone grab a bottle unplug the phone she's there waiting, anticitpating a sweet speak but you talk dirty when you're drunk and there's no use in faking it
Damaged mind you're the crusher and you can't get past the fact you don't really love her does it matter she already knows you can tell by the way she throws a fit every time day is over
Nighttime runs in rivertime you try to sleep but life is there permeates the air bares its teeth and starts to speak another bit of dregs to swallow rest assured there's more to follow
Damaged mind you're the crusher and you can't get past the fact you don't really lover her does it matter she already knows you can tell by the fit she throws every time day is over
Drink it in, the drug, the fog, the moonbeam fuck, you tell yourself it's typical of your rotten luck you're cursed in the heart you're not totally human something missing in the zodiac on the day of your birth she doesn't care she thinks theres some worth in the damaged mind you're the crusher
Her blood shines bright on your hands you broke the vessle that carried her and now she's dead beside you in bed when you knew all along you didn't really love her
It's not going to happen you tried to say she'd do anything to twist you around and she did with those wide wihite thighs and the dew between to tempt you salty tears in the seas release
Damaged mind can't resist the slutty taste of Venus kiss and the velvet tongue and razor lips and now she's dead that girl you had you had no choice you had to hurt and now she's dead, Crusher.
Crusher.
Crush Her.
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