Every Time I Die
Your Touch Versus Death
Eyes of celibates
Burning images
Worn down rotted lies
Lips dried peeling, eyes separate our lives
Dead underneath your skin
This blood's not mine, you fucking whore
You don't deserve my gods
You're a deified angel
You leave me sickened in prayer
It's the residing disease in me that sheds its halos for whores
It leaves my wrists cut with jaded tongues
Your eyes, your eyes
Freeze my
Your eyes freeze my fire...
Souls salvation (I said it, I'm so tired)
Souls salvation
Souls salvation (Saddened I'm no coward)
Souls salvation
Souls salvation
Souls salvation
Souls salvation
Souls salvation
Please bury me
They broke my wings
In an attempt to divide
A sickness
From comfort
Of open wounds
Wide eyed I died
Wide eyed I died
Wide eyed I died
Wide eyed I died