Texty: In Reverent Fear. Stomacher. Castle St..

Im lost in this decay
And I feel Ive touched a brilliant star
Oh wait, Ive been drugged
I see my palms face down on cutlery
Oh please
Ive not known this dark show liturgy
With sex in all your filthy strings
Oh its killing

You just dont know what Id do to you
On some midnight carriage ride
Its the thought that Im liking
Well be like lambs in violent waves

I walk through this death parade
I feel through this pulse and I hear
The horns, the pipes, the lyre, the harps
Come on, Ive had enough
And we rode out on these horses

She holds her babies breath
Into my babys mouth