i've listened to it more times than i can count,
but who's to say that i'm wrong.
what you can see is the fading memory of me in a song.
why can't i be true, why do you have to love
please i'm begging you run away
let me die with my thoughts as my honor and faithfulness decay.
they're not you, but you're not them, neither am i
another broken heart bleeds
the veil over my eyes covers the pain from my lust and my greed.
whispers of passion, listening to the void
return's point is far behind
as you lay alone i lay with the sin that hides itself in lies
decietful mask why do you're colors hurt her
she'll never see what's under
hell itself, brimstone tearing my wicked sick spirit asunder
i've listened to my depravity call out
but there's nothing i see wrong
i've already kissed the devil by the time you've finished this song