5 mar. 2010

~ Hymn For The Shameless


Saw your eyes today
In a memory painted in the sky
You smiled and said to me
A love like this can never truly die

So now the show's over and I've got to disguise the thing I've become
I only wish I could stop laughing
I grin because the joke is on them this time
They don't have a clue

Calm consumes me

(I immerse myself in sick reflection...)
I shut my eyes and once again the pleasure strangles me.
I taste the tears of sweet indulgence, pain and fantasy.
Oh, the visions inside my head...
The emptiness will haunt you...

(I immerse myself in sick reflection...)
Sanity is slowly slipping from my hands now.
I'm standing closer to the edge than I should be allowed.
Oh, what little regret I have...
Does that make me a killer

I am the face of death
Standing right behind you.
Yet you're oblivious to my cold breath on your neck.
Is it just too easy?
Am I just too good at this?
I am the chosen one.
I am the end of all and now you are mine!

Calm consumes me

(I immerse myself in sick reflection...)
I shut my eyes and once again the pleasure strangles me.
I taste the tears of sweet indulgence, pain and fantasy.
Oh, the visions inside my head...
The emptiness will haunt you...

(I immerse myself in sick reflection...)
Sanity is slowly slipping from my hands now.
I'm standing closer to the edge than I should be allowed.
Oh, what little regret I have...
Does that make me a killer

Saw your eyes today

In a memory painted in the sky.
You smiled and said to me
A love like this can never truly die

Let's just say you're right
And the nightmare ends
We wake up side by side
What makes you think that I
Would let you live
I've really lost my mind...

Behold, for I am the will of the reaper
Beg for the mercy of your worthless angels

As relief washes over me
Calm consumes me

(I immerse myself in sick reflection...)
I shut my eyes and once again the pleasure strangles me.
I taste the tears of sweet indulgence, pain and fantasy.
Oh, the visions inside my head...
The emptiness will haunt you...

(I immerse myself in sick reflection...)
Sanity is slowly slipping from my hands now.
I'm standing closer to the edge than I should be allowed.
Oh, what little regret I have...
Does that make me a killer
~ Fades Out ~

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