Woke up this morning without a face I've fooled myself again I've sold myself again Another wasted day counting shades Of gray, another fool's attempt
Hate send out the signal A mold of ugliness Thrown into the fire Brother Bleed Brother What have you done, my son, with your desire? I'll hold my pride
Treacherous hold on me With daggers for teeth A pound of flesh for regret Tied to marionette Limp around my neck Who knows which way to go? Charcoal
the only one who bleeds I Wrote it down in blood Never forget my love Faith as endearing as the other side I'm on this freight train with creeping suspicion, hell
Communications down I float without A light to lead me back I'm lost again They say silence is golden Loneliness never shined like this Diseased the
a voice calling, Don't wanna hear it, don't wanna make a scene, If you catch me now then I'll see you in hell, If you make amends, will you make it
I feel the pain Corroded arteries exposed to cold skin Feeding me Diastolic curdled oxygen I look suspicious when I look In the mirror Swallow placebo
Oh my god I think I'm blind I found one cut that wont suffice You promised, Sleep tonight But I know this, By the curse of the dead, Is to protect all
I climbed the mountain top I saw the bottom drop I cling to driftwood I swim in a deep world Words unspoken seem so foreign Have you heard this one?
Behind a mask, a man can bask only For so long before being exposed To the sun The moon is up, a whisper of "'Till death do you wrong" Patients bother
Human flesh Open earth Prepare your burial This body cold and contagious Buried with your face down You scream without sound Broken bones won't heal
Slumber has erased me. Comfort is only skin deep. A dirty mirror reveals reason. To digest, correct in medicine. I burned up, I burned up... Ablaze
Below the earth lies a serpent Fire and brimstone Remove the backbone Say hello to sunshine Wake up, you're baptized The temple is me Something to believe
Feel like a riddle today. Glamour is in and I must say that you are barely okay. Meanwhile I fight for reason. Glamour in hand to defend, this my only
Maybe I will be this way forever Tell me lover what will become of the other Bomes skin nails and flesh on a bed a lack of passion a medieval consequence