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, reject, follow
To make believe there is no guilt, to wield the liars dagger,
And clasp 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 fcking thorns.
In your eyes I saw the end, and these were your words, the promise of never.
Denial, protect whats promise, of the fact that our feeling dissolve.
I took your evil skin away with the blade of the liars dagger,
And clasped your hand to celebrate your vile unborn bastard.
Denial, protect whats promise, of the fact that our feeling dissolve.
Though your disease is ever mine, I gave you diamonds.
And in an act to seal the oath, I gave you roses, be careful of the fking thorns.
In your eyes I saw the end, these were your words, the promise of never.