wrists are severed
the deepest cuts are traced in red
her touch intoxicating
she holds my heart within her hands
[Instrumental]
from grace she fell beneath the ashes
that forced her
The Sins of the hopless and wealthy
the cries that
we die one thousand deaths
they held us close to
Abandoned,
broken and bleeding.
A feast for their eyes,
a
I am the ever-forsaken bastard child of your disease
your
As I watched the walls collapse
beneath a hollow shell
a sickening display
a scar for every line
the beauty
I bleed this blasphemy
the sin that courses through my