Dead skin weathered Lifeless and torn The eyes sewn shut And tongue from the mouth She lay bleeding Scarlet stains Ripped out the stitches His hands
Wrists are severed The deepest cuts are traced in red So beautiful The separation of her flesh From the razor Feeling a pain she's never known Like broken
They shut their eyes now that night has fallen And pray the wolves are kept at bay For now the mist hangs, arms wide open Like some cruel depiction of
On broken knees I'll crawl to taste the blood spilled from your veins. Like suicide, bloodshed and blasphemy we die. Let the angels above me pour their
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Stab wounds will take their toll, murderer with her smile And as an after thought, she kept the heart he gave her Beauty can be so cruel, she once swore
From grace she fell beneath the ashes That forced her to her knees Cut her open wide To bleed her body dry of feeling The wounds will form no scars Only
We die one thousand deaths They held us close to taste the flames A sacrifice To pacify the god they've made The stench of stagnant blood Collects in
I watched the walls collapse. Beneath a hollow shell of lies. Worn paper-thin and stained in black. Fell beneath the fading light. The shards that penetrate
I am the ever-forsaken. Bastard child of your disease. Your dead and abandoned. Strung up for all of you to see. Naked and screaming. So beautiful, profane
The Agony Scene Procession The stench of the hopeless and wounded. The cries that escape from the of depths of regret. Your bleeding mass in procession
I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors anymore I want them to turn black I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have
She wasn't born in that brothel I'm told Well aware of where she was Well aware of where she'd end up in what position Dressed in red down on her knees
Songs made of whispers silent screams Like a choral of the dead needles Prick the softest skin And the breeze scream blood lust These eyes gazing over
My heartstrings cease to strain I've acquired a taste for poisoned lips Drank deep of this disease in me Adored with prying eyes Beneath a mask made of
in the midnight hour we wished for dawn alas we've reaced the final gaze pull the pins from beneath my skin kissing each of your eyelids closed murderer
I bleed this blasphemy, this sin that courses through my veins. It burns beneath the scars of my decay. This suffering, These fingers claw against my
A sickening display, a scar for every line The beauty and the pain of total agony These lacerations, the stench of slow decay It desecrates, making beautiful
