Too many times searching for mercy without sincere remorse.
Look into these eyes forever holding doubt under masks of false comfort you wear so proud.
And when the walls tear down the shell exposed must head for the shadows.
These bridges still smouldering.
A dark veil sheilds the eyes but still your name carries the wind.
Know that I'll leave all comapssion were is due.
At the foot of your headstone it's too late to rise from ruin.
The stench of death hangs in the air tonight.
But if you come back I'll be waiting with an open casket to bury you alive.
Years of betrayal will stain the days ahead.
I wish to sew the seeds of vengance a single wish to end this rule.
I wish to sew the seeds of vengance a and let the sky be vacant again.
Years of betrayla will stain the days ahead.
I'll be waiting with an open casket to bury you alive.
Watch the angels drop like flies.
From the dead heavens above.

There will be no violins when you die

Dita Von Teese = heart