Sacred Blessings by Visa
You hold my throat to the knife with a constant grip.
You're such a bitch tonight.
You hold my heart to the fire.
You squeeze the pain and milk my life.
And i wonder why.
You are the laughter that is cold.
You are the howl high across the sky.
You lead my eyes through the dark.
You speak of lies...I must be blind.
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