Speak in tongues and innuendos

Since there's no turning back

Weaponise your grief so cryptically

And turn my whole world black

I held no hands but I held oaths

For which you never cared

Now I'm wondering how a knowing grin

Could have you running scared

I saw past the shapes and flashing lights

I wasn't bothered by the gore

So spit your venom and slit your wrists

It doesn't mean anything anymore

You pried it all from my cold dead grasp

In such a heartfelt theft

I feel so jaded; hollow; black

There's nothing fucking left

YOUNG BRIDE

NEW GROOM

FRESH BLOOD

OLD WOUNDS

YOUNG BRIDE

NEW GROOM

FRESH BLOOD

OLD WOUNDS