Trails of Flesh Towards The Gates

Heavy metal, the way you handled me A bummer that we don't talk anymore I might've just been another whore But you were good to me Leaving pieces of me behind, on bed sheets My baby's ready to knock down some bedroom doors As I slide the fourth I-am-yours of the year Your arms look so heavy, you could knock me down with a blow Sometimes I think I'd be better off buried Underneath the pieces of flesh I made trails with And I start spinning With each turn, forgiving 'Cause I have the feeling That I'll die next And if I go Better go out As the one you hurt The one you ghost A pitiful loser A pill abuser Sometimes maniac So intrusive What a stench Trails of flesh My flesh Towards the gates