Your Touch Versus Death 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 its halos for whores

It leaves my wrists cut with jaded tongues

Your eyes, your eyes
Freeze my
Your eyes freeze my fire...

Souls salvation (I said it, I'm so tired)
Souls salvation
Souls salvation (Saddened I'm no coward)
Souls salvation

Souls salvation
Souls salvation
Souls salvation
Souls salvation