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 liar's dagger
And clasp his hand to celebrate
The countless, unborn bastards
To praise the guilt some more
And in the eyes of the fallen
Embracing the swine
This foreplay strangulation
(Beaten, diseased, hollow)
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 fucking thorns
In your eyes, I saw the end
These were your words
The promise of never
Still in denial of the fact that our feelings dissolve
I took your evil skin away with the blade of the liar's dagger
And clasped your hand to celebrate
To celebrate your vile unborn bastard