[Music and Lyrics by James Malone]
To celebrate the guilt (the lies of whispering shadows)
And tattoo their words upon
your ever-scarring flesh.
(Beaten, diseased, follow)
To make believes there is no guilty, to wield the liar's dagger,
his hand to celebrate the countless unborn bastards.
To praise the guilt some more, in the eyes of the fallen.
Embracing the swine,
this foreplay strangulation.
(Beaten, diseased, hollow)
Though your disease is ever mine, I give you diamonds.
And in an act to
seal the oath, I gave you roses, be careful of the f*****g thorns.
In your eyes I saw the end, and these were your words, the promise
Still in denial of the fact that our feeling dissolve.
I took your evil skin away with the blade of the liar's
And clasped your hand to celebrate your vile unborn bastard.