So acclimated to each others lies I do not know what is real anymore All the empty promises and untruths I long for the touch of your poisoned thorns Waiting in the shadows of others deeds Accomplishments and fruitful endeavors Make me seem shallow by comparison I dream of a better life in fevers
And I need you to want me to never give up But I feel life itís never enough And now it seems like our love was a casualty Face to face with our demonic enemies
Pray, baby PREY Yeah, in this verse it's a curse We don't need your Damocles Pray, blaspheme PREY Fuck, you're a harlot And I'm your heretic We don't need your Damocles
Who will pray for me As I prey on you?
My pale mistress, Vesper, let me burn for you Lashed to the stake of the hypocrites - THE HYPOCRITES Spy you through looking glasses for a glimpse of flesh And now the wolf is at their door to feast - TO FUCKING FEAST As we raze Salem to the ground - TO THE GROUND
Wash me in the blood of sacrificial lambs As the pretense of safety comes crashing down A walk among the graves revels what I am And the word around town I wear the blackest crown It seems to me that I donít give a goddamn
I must distract a matter of fact With such a fiction of conviction Then retract declaration of pacts Body of diction crucifixion
Villainous and criminal though Empathetic to the Nobodies that Orchestrate the Malicious and Obscene...