My skin is cold, transfusion with somebody morose andOld, drop
into fruitless dyingIt was tempting and bared, the whoring angel
risingNow burning prayers, my silent time of losing
Chorus:My foes - they can`t destroy my bodyColliding slow, like life itself
Long for the blur, we cannot dry much longerCement to dirt, disgusted
with my cheapness
Chorus
Reaching down, staring up (at the forgiver)
