Plaguebearer, deceiver, constructive abortionist; I want this to decimate your every being
The smell alone reeks of dependence on top of desperation
I can only take so much of this. I suppose I'll start now
Broke it down another dozen times this year, twice as much as last
I remember the night like it was last. What kind of man am I now?
The darkest chapter of our life starts and ends with it, so naturally we embrace
What kind of man am I now...
You take my sacrifice and burn it with the rest, while all of the unwanted vultures pick through the ashes
The Queen scoffs, plowing through our town in search of yet another
"Where do they sleep...?"
Sold by the notion that if we do everything right, we're not given to Death in our dreams
And naturally, we embrace...
If I am to speak again, you will learn