I thank you for the scars They are the lines that grace my wrists today Have you come to collect the heart Of the ghost you left of me? The purest cloth drapes sinners Fetid shroud if lifeless need In my heart she lies embedded Yet I know she'll never set me free
Fire burns my blood when I touch you Your heart bestowed upon me
How I prayed for a fallen angel With worn out wings and a vampire's smile I was sent a broken angel Yet I'm still alone on this crooked mile
She's beauty and death Take my last breath I'd gladly give it away She's wet on my lips The scars on my wrists Inflicted by her misery
So I'll speak in fragments My daily crucifixion You can't hold on anymore
Fire burns my blood when I touch you
Your heart bestowed on me You tell me that its art and your tears Are made of lies Lies
Hanging from your halo
Fire burns my blood when I touch you
Your heart bestowed on me You tell me that its art and your tears Are made of lies
Hanging from your obsidian halo The problem with the dead They always come back again Choking on your obsidian halo Save your screams for savior scenes Hanging from your obsidian halo The problem with the dead They always come back again The dead come back againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
