Virgin Tendencies

Let's cut off my arm
And see if it bleeds
Pry open my skull
See what makes me tick

Punch in my lungs
Don't let me breath
Take my poor heart
And wring it out

Maybe now I'll know
I'll know that I am a fool
A fool so clever
Tripped by my own manipulations

Who was running the show?
I thought I had the firm grip
But you knew of the dark alleys
And stole the virgin

Your deceiving eyes
Your false smile
Your sincere voice
And reassuring laugh

Damn you
This hate can never be expressed
How I would kill to be able
Able to lay hands on you

Dig out your eyes
Scrape off your smile
Fill your voice with fear
Strangle your laugh

Look at what you've made me
Damn you, damn you I say!
The rage is flowing
It seeps through my soul

I thought I was running the show
I thought I was playing
With your simple mind
But I fell in love with you

Who was running the show?