Hollow

'Cause I'll make you fall.
Don't be behind my back.
Your brain's always black.
Our love was never perfect.
No more.
'Cause I'll make you fall flat.
It's just a pile of your organs I lay inside.
Your bones are warm, you're so defiled.
A parasite.
I'm living off your misery right off this cherry eye.
You gave your heart to the occult.