Treadles - P R I C K Lyrics

Stayed up late picking holes in my face
And trying to shake off the shame
Reached out in the dark for something to cling to
And found a hand but that was it
No one can placate my hatred
Sweet evil nestled in between my teeth
So i'll talk some more, i'll set the tone
And try not to think of really anything
I know i'm bad at forgiveness
No one can placate my hatred
I cleaned your blood up off the floor
Can't imagine what you thought would come of this
Cuz sweet evil bubbles on my tongue
No one dies from a broken heart
You'll find the shards scattered about you