Eyes of Rot

The fascist regime of your bleeding heart
Makes me wanna rip the hair of out of my head
And when i scream
I'm silenced by your guilt
This is the true essence of the hell of a man

Our relationship is a dictatorship
I'm better off with you i guess
That's what my friends tell me
And even though i'm putrid
And even though i'm cold
My self-sufficient solitude
Is good enough to hold

Coagulated blood is crusted on my lips from kissing you
As i stare into the eyes of rot