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Pretend, Play, Puncture ... Pretend.


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Pretend, Play, Puncture ... Pretend

 

The feel of your skin against my tongue
Devilishly sinful yet so delicious
I've always had trouble, ever since I was young
But watching you squirm under me has me feeling avaricious
And I can't think of a single thing that has ever been sung
That sounds better than you when you're trying not to be suspicious ...

It's like the feeling I get when I claw at your skin just to see if you can persevere 
It's the feeling I get when I bite your lip just to taste the blood
The feeling I get when I burn your eyes so it's a struggle just to see clear
Yes, it's like the feeling I get when I tighten the rope just to hear your heart thud ... 

Everybody likes to play pretend but none like it as much as I
'Cause I can be the sweetest little boy who would never do wrong
Until I flip the script and decide it's the time you either cry or accept the lie
Because even though you may sing the chorus I'm the one writing the song ...

Devil in me or devil in you? Who really cares to tell?
I'm too busy downing whiskey to set your lungs afire
So if you think I'm the devil just wait 'til you're his shell
So you can try to put out Hell's fire before you expire.

Hush now, don't say a word ... I'll show you how to handle it
Breathe in, take a breath, hold it 'til it hurts your lungs
Feel my hands around your throat, sorry sorry hypocrite
Tried to sell me down the river just to speak in tongues!

Nobody lies to a liar and escapes the devils wrath
Don't try to trick a trickster or they'll trick you right back
But no matter what I say you won't learn your lesson in the aftermath
For my greed is more than king Midas' and without the drawback
I have no need for mercy, empathy or tears when I have a bloodbath
And if I can bathe in your organs when all is said and done I'll gladly attack
No mercy for a liar, no mercy for your tricks, no mercy from a psychopath
Who's sick of your detestable melody and harmony, no longer my Prozac
I'll write a better song anyway, and she'll sing it like she's on the warpath
Little nymphomaniac, angel turned devil, yeah she'll be my insomniac!

The feel of your skin against my tongue
Devilishly sinful yet so delicious
I've always had trouble, ever since I was young
But watching you squirm under me has me feeling avaricious
And I can't think of a single thing that has ever been sung
That sounds better than you when you're trying not to be suspicious ...

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