The Fangs Were Felt

Said that i am on your mind, but im not yours and your not mine This hole never felt like home Now you'll reap what you have sown Doe at age seventeen Blind I gave him everything Wounded by your selfish fangs Black and blue you love the taste So Hide within that empty hole The one you dug all on your own Bite the hand that fed your soul Lonely boy is all you know God sees through those broken eyes Repent for your countless crimes Your sins will be crucified Absence will be bliss with time Said that I am on your mind but im not yours and you're not mine This hole never felt like home And Now you'll reap what you have sown