Killing Booth

My eye starts to twitch and my throat is dry I need new beauty, portfolio-mine I want to suck, I want to drain My tongue slithers for new red rain I hate your lies; eat glass eyes I hate your fleas; absent grease I will feast tonight I'll eat to consume fright Forgotten accept truth Steal your life, Killing Booth I've got a hole in my thumb I am tonight's current sun Seeping blood on my old soul And I am tomorrow's foal I hate your mind; pay in-kind I hate your hope; it helps me cope I will feast tonight I'll eat to consume fright Forgotten accept truth Steal your life, Killing Booth I've stalled long enough, I cannot wait I'll forego the use of typical bait Maybe I'll change, it's time to adapt I want more excitement from my trap This time I won't write myself in No hints to help my ragged grin I don't want to provide insight I'm selfish, f*ck your human blight