Your Touch Versus Death

Lyrics

Eyes of celibates Burning images Worn down rotted lies Lips dried peeling, eyes separate our lives Dead underneath your skin This blood's not mine, you fucking whore You don't deserve my gods You're a deified angel You leave me sickened in prayer It's the residing disease in me that sheds its halos for whores It leaves my wrists cut with jaded tongues Your eyes, your eyes Freeze my Your eyes freeze my fire... Souls salvation (I said it, I'm so tired) Souls salvation Souls salvation (Saddened I'm no coward) Souls salvation Souls salvation Souls salvation Souls salvation Souls salvation Please bury me They broke my wings In an attempt to divide A sickness From comfort Of open wounds Wide eyed I died Wide eyed I died Wide eyed I died Wide eyed I died