With your hungry glare, behind the webs Where you cast your spells The things that you say, They drive me insane The book will not burn, The book will not burn How I see you crave his porcelain Ever so much all some more Supple flesh where dreams pursue
Empty souls they surround me Haunted faces, worn out places Calling me home, calling me home How your eyes have adorned Such sadness now, I'm never coming home, Coming home
This shall be, a finely flippant funeral, The wolf salutes me Haunted thought, emptiness, Holds me from sleep
Acrid fumes are rising over me, let go, Floating down the crimson ravine, So let darkness take me in Burning flesh will sting my nose, As misery finally streams A thousand unsung screams inside, But no tears are left to hide I'm losing my mind
Empty souls they surround me Haunted faces, worn out places Calling me home, calling me home How your eyes have adorned Such sadness now, I'm never coming home, Coming home
I'm so at my best baby, When my teeth are sharp as shit We could hang together, Kicking each other's chairs away
Choking till no air is left How I see you crave his porcelain Ever so much all some more Supple flesh where dreams pursue
I'm only half alive, But I've seen plenty of things That have scared and destroyed my eyes I've been dying to find out all the reasons That I left my sanity behind
I've been trying to wash blood off my hands Still soaked in the innocence of you There's a stench of filth left in here There's a stench of pain
We've been turning the other cheek For too long, a life of sin That's brought old habits home But we're still only half aliveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
