Texty: Arsis. The Face Of My Innocence.

As the reasons came and went
And swept across
The face of my innocence
I was lost

To know your face, and your true shade
To feel your lips, and to be bade
To praise the night, to praise my unknown faith
Must I sure find a way? To infest the wound

Inside the wound
That draws me near
And cries my name
And feeds my presence
I am here

I long for one piece with
I cry for my peace is in you

Inside the wound I hope to find
The essence and presence of you
Inside the wound I wish to learn
The art of fucking you

After the reasons came and went
And swept across
The face of my innocence
I was lost

Inside the wound
That draws me near
And cries my name
And feeds my presence
I am here

To know your face, and your true shade
To feel the lips, and to be bade
To know your face, and your true shade
To hide in here, in this place

I long for one piece with
I cry for my peace is in you