Circle

Are your eyes as dead as mine? I promise these once held some life If I had a pound for every motion I'd pay for it and disregard all moral notion I was once so sure what heaved my limbs at dawn Once, action figures on the floor Now, strewn with soiled cloth You said you'd kill yourself if I ever left you So, either this bar's heaven or that was far from true Find me on the second circle With blood in my eyes And semen in my stomach You too drowned in this lustful whirlpool I smelt you a mile off You and your holy socks I like it here There's a bowl with my name on it No rent, no bills Just knife scars and cheap thrills I am nature, I am sin Please, a little more of everything You are hell, you are heaven You are surplus to the seven I might be using you But I'm using myself too Find me on the second circle With blood in my eyes And semen in my stomach You too drowned in this lustful whirlpool I smelt you a mile off You and your holy socks Virgil take my hand I'm done with this, done with this done Virgil take my hand I'm done with this, done with this done I lost my light on an august night When lost inside your thighs, oh my! Now I crawl in eternal shade From bed to bed in joyous shame