Carnal Ways To Recreate The Heart

I am the one, the fallen bastard son

I'll step inside you, I'll feel your lips

And seize your flesh, to penetrate the wound

And your screams shall be dreams

Of the graceless one's rebirth

Forever I have lost the way

To the flesh that was mine today

I left my trace, I left my mark

Carnal ways to recreate the heart

Feel the pain and we know

Feel the pain and we know

And with the pain we are cursed with child

And with the pain we are cursed with child

To be with me, is to be left

I step away now, I'll leave your lips

And withered flesh, no more inside the wound

A badge of lust and wrong decisions

The cold hands of a cursed religion

A false idol to praise and worship

And coax these hellish times

To cut and paint my sins, a shade of purest white

To play the role of God, and to recreate a life

I am the one, the fallen bastard son

I'll step inside you, I'll feel your lips

And seize your flesh tonight

A false idol to worship

And coax these hellish times

To play the role of God, and recreate a life

A badge of lust and wrong decisions

The cold hands of a cursed religion

To cut and paint my sins

A shade of purest white, I paint my sins in white!

Forever I have lost the way

To the flesh that was mine today

Forever I have lost the way

To the flesh that was mine today

I left my trace I left my mark

Carnal ways to recreate the heart

Feel the pain and we know

Feel the pain and we know

And with the pain we are cursed with child

And with the pain we are cursed with child