Fangs

I dream of swinging from the ceiling
Scream at the thought of her knowing
I wake up coated in the cold air, yeah
Begging for the feeling
I dream of swinging from the ceiling
Scream at the thought of her knowing
I wake up coated in the cold air, yeah
Begging for the feeling

Collar with a chain, though I never run away
Love is grip that squeezes me like a tourniquet
Deeply felt and simply expressed
Take whip to my hands leaving marks on my wrists

You wanted something more
Fuck me up to prove it

I dream of swinging from the ceiling
Scream at the thought of her knowing
I wake up coated in the cold air, yeah
Begging for the feeling
I dream of swinging from the ceiling
Scream at the thought of her knowing
I wake up coated in the cold air, yeah
Begging for the feeling
I dream of swinging from the ceiling
Scream at the thought of her knowing
I wake up coated in the cold air, yeah
Begging for the feeling