The Extraordinary Contraptions - Smote lyrics

Pleading with my senses to dismiss this myth It's open-handedly strangling me and avails me to no end Since the close of summer's come, and leaves begin to fall Sounds of sin ring upon the wind, and you never, ever call Underhanded love You've throttled and you've jaded me My mind's bent thinking of your lovers yet to be I can hear you laughing, and I can't believe my lot The emptiness is sinking in, and you're filling up my thoughts My logic has abandoned me, and in its place, regret I can only think of holding you, but I should surely wish you dead And though I swear it seems I've realized my worst fears I should spurn your name, still, I only want you near Won't you come and help me, rid me of this pain Tie her up and doctor her under subtle veil of rain Oh brew a brew, concoct a brew, and put her hate to sleep And put her somewhere deep below where my secrets surely keep Underhanded love You've throttled and you've jaded me My mind's bent thinking of your lovers yet to be