Из альбома: Malice
Comfort in silence
Hills once white now hued with wilting violets
Three thousand days and I’ll regret them all except for one
And all I’ve done
And what would I give
To have this torn from me These filthy towers
Erected in my name
And what would I do to tear asunder all my memory
These hands don’t ache to grasp your throat
These eyes aren’t painted crimson
These walls aren’t begging for your blood
And your sins have been forgiven
My tome of lies
I’m tearing pages under darkening skies
See the curtain fall on this sick tragedy of one
Before it’s done
Sleeping now in silk adorned
Nailed onto the cross I bore
Porcelain, a frozen sea
Quells the flames that burn and rage in me