A Masterpiece Of Failure
Deadbolt
Drowning in the tears of eyes of lust
Unable to walk on petals that wither and fall
We break through the clouds
As the ground turns cold
Were rushing to nothing
We're nothing anymore
And even though you combine your perfume with death
I still long for your scent
And although you lace your lips with poison
I still long for your kiss
Unable to walk on petals that wither and fall
We break through the clouds
As the ground turns cold
Were rushing to nothing
We're nothing anymore
And even though you combine your perfume with death
I still long for your scent
And although you lace your lips with poison
I still long for your kiss