Lover the Lord has left us, if ever the Lord was here. Forever we knelt before a golden calf that we named Trust. We were struck a blow by a jagged blade
Son of a bitch, it seems we've been tricked. Our heroes were whores and our martyrs just masochists. Lest you forget, we all but asked for this. Son
Boy you held your head a bit too high, and what'd you get? Cut off at the neck, and what'd you get? Cut off at the neck. Boy you held your head a bit
Oh, I've known lonely. A faker in a room of phonies. Sharp dressed pigs, jet black behind the eyes. They wet down my wings, I can't stay dry. Oh, I'
Deeded to dead desires, nursing thirsts, we've earned our ire. Who's the hawk? Who's the dove? It don't matter baby, we're both fucked. A little death
Here lies pestilence feeding on the flesh of our discontent. Here stands arrogance in the face of our best intents. We fell so hard to the fighting side
m getting worse at this. Charmed by honey and lies, truth is I sprung a trap of my design. I rape all I am given, I covet what isn't mine, I'm begging for
us, line up a shot for every fight we've fought and lost, and let us pray that it's slow, we tip to the measuring line, to be fit for a box of pine
I'm the knife at your throat, I'm the whore in your bed, I'm the hell on your hands, I'm the noose slipped around your neck, I'm the grave that you dig
Rather a bastard than a snake, you've left a slick in your wake. Take stock of the grace you've been given, take note of the tales you'll have told,
hacking black. When all these pigs start sniffing up your dress, listen close love and I'll confess. I'll be calling for you, crawling for you, clawing for
her make the same mistakes When it was dark I called and you came When it was dark I saw shapes When I see stars I feel, in your hand And I see stars
the same mistakes. When it was dark, I called and you came. When it was dark, I saw shapes. When I see stars, I feel, in your hand, and I see stars,
