We are betrayers of perfection   Love spoken from these lips means nothing   All eyes on me   Looking left from right   Pulling poison from petals   Crimson roses corrode   Murder meadow   Death fills your harvest   In fields of blood   Your betrayals stretch for miles   Oh how my hands do shake   Stretched out to receive   The coins sing, as they hit the ground   Oh, how the silver shines in our eyes   We are betrayers of perfection