pariahcarrey - Docile Lyrics

Film me crying
Cut my hand...
I had it planned
At your command...

February is my real name
Emissary of a night thing...

Centenary of the wringing out
At night, i hear you from my mouth...
Look, i see you in my mirror...
At night, i hear you from my mouth...
You crowd my eyes until i'm blindest...
But i still see you as the finest...

Centenary of the wringing out
At night. i hear you from my mouth...
Fuck, i see you in my mirror...
At night. i hear you from my mouth...
You crowd my eyes until i'm blindest...
But i still see you

Docile, docile...

Centenary of the wringing out
At night, i hear you from my mouth...
In fact, i see you in my mirror...
At night, i hear you from my mouth...
You crowd my eyes until i'm blindest...
But i still see you