I could never love the way I did to you in such a moment of glory so cold in its flame how quickly burning was the parchment that I'd written off my soul to you.
I've done it to myself I know, by putting faith in fools,
and with a trust that such luck I could have with something just as cold as I
oh what a fire had been burning right by my feet.
I could feel the coals within my soul stir to spark and slowly die becoming cold as stone until all, all had chipped away.
A dance so lost in lust you gained my trust, let it decay and left the bones for all the vultures we both know.
I found that words are only words
are never good enough for you
And though I try, I die inside, trying to be the man I want to be
And so it seems it is as miserable for me as if I woke up in a dream to find the dream was never really even mine.
Take me as you will, I'm but a memory void of life, and all I am is a ghost.
It was cold to be alone for so long...
Darling what is love but just grave?
I'll bury the past inside, my lover
Won't glance until the end
I'll make a place for it to lie forever,
And gently make the bed
For sinners and for hungry souls to feast upon each other.
Won't you call me by my name?
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