Soaked in Sin [3]

We look into mirrors,
And hate what stares back.
You write poetry and
I draw hearts on the glass.

Every fight is bittersweet,
They chew me up
and make me bleed.
Are we in love with misery?

I carve scars in my skin,
With knives soaked in sin.
You bleed crimson tears,
Reminding me of my place here.

Every lie you ever told,
All the love that I withhold
And every broken track
Just reminds us of the past.

Yet here we are, so scarred,
Still fighting to keep it alive.
Can't hear your screaming
Over the city sounds at night.

I carve scars in my skin,
With knives soaked in sin.
You bleed crimson tears,
Reminding me of my place here.

Is this it, is this the end?
Are we both playing pretend?
Did we waste all this time
Or is what we did justified?

I'm unsure of where to go,
Or if I'll make it on my own.
Although I don't want to leave,
This love is killing me.
So I carve scars in my skin,
With knives soaked in sin,
And you bleed crimson tears,
Reminding me of my place here.

Glitchy pop-metal with distorted synths, fierce female vocals, and crushing riffs. A chaotic blend of beauty and rage, pulsing with digital decay and emotional fire.