Bleeding Taper Candle Content with contentions, ideas of conventions Will slowly start the mold Of a phallic, crusty wax, unintended reaction With an epic to unfold Like Lucy's chokehold on you it'll take over like voodoo The wakeup and the shakeup feeling like 100,000 pricks (It'll make you sick) Your outer skin may hide within This crimson à la mode Yet with a quick ignite of the wick Oh, Hell you will endure Lapse in judgment from the mind’s eye pundit Will show you what it’s like Following the old, doing everything you’re told As it scorches up your life Like a night with a filthy angel, you’ll never reach that halo The fake up is so straight up as you find you’re dealing with a witch (It’ll make you sick) It’ll eat away, there’s nothing you can pray As she flies into the night Searching for a cure, nothing you will procure With a dwindle of your light All the way through it melts from you Like looking at the "Covenant" Are you having fun? Cause the flames not done All the white engulfed by red Like a bleeding taper candle, so much you just can't handle The makeup and the breakup as the after rush begins to drip (It'll make you sick) Your candle stick begins to tip As the weight is too intense And it'll fall over cause its hard to recover When the fire has been spent © Copyright The Limit Club 2011