Isomer

I’d mix you with an isomer to make my life a paradise.

Attach you to a silencer and make the final sacrifice.

Place you on a table and begin my analysis.

Take off all your clothes to keep you on dialysis.

I..am not..in joy.

My heart..is not..a toy.

Eat me..and yes..enjoy.

I’m feeling like Pinnochio, since he isn’t a real boy.

Your tears..taste like..starburst.

Your fears..are to..be conquered.

Make me..feel like..a rockstar.

Even if I’m sleeping my mind starts to wander.

Demons..were meant..to conjure.

I’m beyond the fuckshit and there is no one beyonder.

You’re the isomer that takes me out my element.

Try to be more nice to her, karma’s always relevant.

I’ve tried to break the ice some more, that was for the hell of it.

I’ve looked into your eyes before and then I said the hell with it.

I may have rode the fence before I almost fell right off of it.

You’ll never..know my..pain.

I think..I’ve gone..insane.

Danger’s..my middle..name.

I’ll be anything at all, although I’ll never be the same.

If there is..nothing in..my hands.

I’d still give..the clothes off..my back.

Even if you never..deserved..the chance.

If I show you my true colors, don’t be scared if they’re all black.

I’ll make you the isomer, I'll make you my spectacle.

I’m swallowing my pride with volatile chemicals.

I’m not playing games ‘cause I’ve beaten all the levels.

Jesus wouldn’t answer, now I’m answered by the Devil.

You should be more nice to her, yes, karma’s my true isomer.