okay, but it’s your funeral

you don't know what i have swimming under my skin

the smile plastered on is what you see, but you can't see my intentions

you see my nails with black nail polish but fail to see the blood underneath

i wonder if you're really this stupid

or maybe you don't want to see the chuck of flesh in my teeth

you must be blind to not see the red flag flown across the dead lawn

you want to get close because you don't see the venom in my bite

you want to grab my hand because you don't see the lives it's taken

you want to grasp my lips because you don't see the fangs behind them

you must be blind, so it's all your choice