Your Touch Versus Death — текст песни (Every Time I Die)

eyes of celibates burning images worn down rotted lies lips dried peeling
eyes separate our lives dead underneath your skin this blood`s not mine you
fucking whore you don`t deserve my Gods you`re a deified angel you leave me
sickened in prayer it`s the residing disease in me that sheds it`s halos for
whores it leaves my wrists cut with jaded tongues your eyes freeze my fire
of innocence whores addictions souls salvation I said it I`m so tired so
saddened I`m no coward please bury me they broke my wings in an attempt to
divide a sickness from comfort of open wounds wide eyed I died