Your words are knives
Piercing into my skin
Leaving jagged scars so deep
I can't tell where old wounds have healed
And the remnants of your torture begin
My lips sewn shut, my tongue sealed
So I can never scream of your cruel sin
I wouldn't tell anyway
For I am the fool who let you in
If you wanted me dead
Why not put me out of my misery?
Is killing me slow your show of victory?
For if my blood is what you crave
I'll bleed a trail of crimson straight to my grave
For you, I'll peel my flesh
If you wish it as your trophy
No matter if the act is unholy
And when my soul crawls in the depths of Hell
I'll keep space for you in my barren cell
For if I am burning
You'll burn too
You promised forever
And in the ashes
Our oath will bare true.
