Lyrics Arsonists Get All The Girls

Arsonists Get All The Girls

Hemlock Like This

I'm dry mouthed and wide eyed

My liver starts to pulsate

It feels like blades have internal reckoning

A mass confusion of sorts springs

From whence it came gurgling

I have been taken for a fool for the,

The last time

I need oxygen my limbs feel as if

They're icing over

My pulse quickens and is constricting

Every reason holds temporary thoughts of it

What I've begun to feel

But my tainted mind has different plans for me

In decision takes seconds off my time

Vision turns to red

I stand lurched to one side with

Odds against me contemplating

I'm fading faster after every thought

Is registered

I've never choked on a scream

Or ever thought I would

Hands cool to the touch

Clamber for a respective positive

If they'll ever take me alive

That moment lies in wake

I'd give anything for that moment

It's like waiting for incoming tide

Burn me alive

Anything but this mutagen

Death from inside

I can feel everything inside me wither,

Wither and die

A certain gravity is holding onto my skin tight

Coherence left it's imprint

The round around me softens

I can still feel a will to live, will to live

But my eyes will not grant the access

It's colder that before

It comes to shape, comes to shape

I tried to get out alive with out variable

But that seemed so song ago

It seems years ago