Tyrant -

Babe I’m turning tyrant

Turning into fear

Swallowing your silence

And bursting at the seams

You opened the door said «I was wrong»

I took your coat and kissed your arms

Your weight presses in my chest

Leave your mind behind

And slip into that dress

I got a dragon inside my head

In a few more weeks he’ll for sure be dead

Cold blue lips shrinking eyes

Shift your frame babe and start your lies

Your weight presses in my chest

Leave your mind behind

And slip into that dress