Kissing the Beast

Fixtures immensely beholding the force holy benevolence deadly remorse

Tearing the lining and saving the flow dropping the heartrate enclosing the soul

Lest we remember the deadly command hour upon us and close at hand

Now in our coldness our heart has begun needing the heat from the earth and the sun

Cold as ice trapped in the earth cold as ice needing the sun

Kissing the beast as he lies underneath scratching your heart with soulful belief

Awaiting the call to enrapture your life holding you still as he's holding the knife

Nine bladed sword as the whore can recall dissecting the innocent under the fall

Cracking the surface the air is still fresh only below us the mad stench of death

Kissing the beast as he lies underneath scratching your heart with soulful belief

Awaiting the call to enrapture your life holding you still as he's holding the knife

Lest we remember the deadly command hour upon us and close at hand

Now in our coldness our heart has begun needing the heat from the earth and the sun

Cold as ice trapped in the earth cold as ice needing the sun

Fixtures immensely beholding the force holy benevolence deadly remorse

Tearing the lining and saving the flow dropping the heartrate enclosing the soul

Nine bladed sword as the whore can recall dissecting the innocence under the fall

Cracking the surface the air is still fresh only below us the mad stench of death

A prince or a pauper or lunatic king son of a daughter shrouded in sin

His kingdom in madnness and sadness and shame

The song is still young and illusion's the game