Prohibition (The Path to Self Destruction)

"Prohibition"
--The Painted Grin

I am a monster living in your grin,
A broken-hearted beast that dwells within.
I am a paranoid crazy man.
I am a demon bathed in blood and sand.
How do you greet me now my sacrificial lamb?

Oh, please let me gnaw it to the bone.
I've never gone hungry since you've been alone.
Your starving eyes lead right to my feast.
These are the days of the beast.

A siren's song. I'm cursed by velvet curves.
An unseen grace too strong to rest in words.
I've only met her once, just for a moment still
She broke my heart and bent my will.
How can a stranger cause such sentimental thrills?

Oh, please let me gnaw it to the bone.
These others here by my liar's chair have made a mighty throne.
Your starving eyes lead right to my feast.
Don't fear the days of the beast.

All I wanted was to tear inside your skull
To rip out all the loves that you have known
To make your heart into a blackened tart
That no queen would taste
To lay your mind and soul to waste

She's not the monster. That girl is just a face.
A fairytale fixation with her grace.
I'll try to starve the beast that's buried in my chest.
It might just take a while as his fate digests.
How can he stay inside if I give it my best?

Oh, please let me gnaw it to the bone.
I've filled your ears and drained your tears as your loneliness has grown.
Your starving eyes lead right to my feast.
Oh no, the final days of the beast.

Woe the final hours of the beast.