I’m not impressed.
Teardrops dripping from your chin.
You’re not the only one who lives in sin.
You’ve claimed to be a virgin since the day you saw the light.
We are the first to die.
Your soul is as black as mine.
Washing hands in verity.
Drinking from cognition.
Your name is purity
and guilt will get you anyway.
Hand in hand we walk away.
We feed the fire everyday.
Hand in hand we walk away.
Guilt will get us anyway.