Of Those That Don't Have Hearts
Of Those That Don't Have Hearts
Ripped apart
The union between body and soul
Dissected and ripped apart
Committed to cut off the ties
Between you and what would have been I
Wed me to the lies
My bride, no prize or treasure
Just a slave to the grave
Of meangingless defiled pleasure
I'll claim the truth if you drop your knife
I'll claim the truth if you claim my life
So take another taste of the great whore
Find no meaning within her lips
In a world that knew you wanted more
Than to lay waste among sunken ships.
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