Tarot

I can feel the poison
In the pulse pounding straight trough my head
Feel the fever, it's in me, in this heart of lead
I can feel some strange things
Crawling their way under my skin
The line I'm hanging on wears dangerously thin
Now I can see, your love twisted me,
You'll never be free of me,
I'll see the colour of your blood
The colour of your blood on my hands
The colour of your blood
The face of the moon turns colder,
A grinning skull with bleeding eyes
Knowing that it ain't real, I'm glad to believe in lies