S P I T

Maybe it is time for me to close my heart

But it is so hard to build these walls up

The ones I wrecked one by one

My house a secret garden undone

 

The cages are tight

Noose around my neck

Call it a leash that needs to be tight

To keep my carnal side in sight

 

But what if I were to roam free

Blood running down my chin

Smelling of desire from the depths

Of both hell and the sea

Fire and water combined

I eat fishes for lunch

Swallow flames for dinner

Never had breakfast in my life

Jump in 

To never get out