We Always Kill the Ones We Hate Because We Love Each Other

Hold me at gunpoint So everyone can point at me You look so precious Defective as it might seem I gave you reason You turned it into a machine Count the scapegoat With the black sheep while you dream-- Someday, I thought I could be beautiful Alone in a house of broken mirrors You turn and question my absence Though it was you who fed my fear Hold you closer The tendrils tear inside of you You look so distant I never asked just what you do To deserve a reason Whenever you can't benefit from doubt If you clutch your bible harder You'll never pull the splinters out Someday, I thought I could be beautiful But the creases are so hard to count You turn and question So the answers are never found I was so empty Till you filled me with your hollowness You stare so deeply But into what is anyone's guess I let them witness Their lamb and martyr's reason For feeding them poison As long as they seemed pleased Tell me something beautiful And maybe I can believe In something much more vivid Than you let me see