you have a history of holding back a certain sweetness that I lack sensitive till the day of the final strike hatred coming on from greater heights
won't you stay away I'll pass away a different day won't you stay away don't hold it against me...
looking down on a rogue this lonely frame it's predictable the killing game the sickness knows not what feels right you gotta hold on to what feels right
won't you stay away I'll pass away a different day won't you stay away
together it's impossible together it's impossible
I see blood on the robe cold hearts will still haunt you
