I've seen the rotten masquerade I've heard the thin veiled vows I've watched you snap like a filament
In the presence of true resolve These spells of porous conviction They forever seem to seep From the weeping eyes and the tainted trust Of seasoned liars & lifelong thieves
Lapse into monologue In the presense of your setting son With wingless shoulders growing cold There's no grace left to fall from
So deviate into another comatose shade plastered To another portrait of useless human waste
[Leads Joey/Taylor]
Lapse into monologue In the presense of your setting son With wingless shoulders growing cold There's no grace left to fall from
Beneath me Coursing through my flesh I can feel you Like razors in my veins Beneath me Coursing through my flesh I can hear it still, In my own voice You - my cursed architect
So here I wash away Spawn of your septic testament Un-sired Spawn of your septic testament
[Leads Taylor/Joey]
In the sanctum of sickness Like father, unlike son Now revel in these necrotic cures Then shatter to your knees Groveling at narcotic altars Where wretched worms always feast
Beneath me Coursing through my flesh I can feel you Like razors in my veins Beneath me Coursing through my flesh I can hear it still, In my own voice You - my cursed architectTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
