Your Touch Versus Death Songtext

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