Your Touch Versus Death Lyrics - Every Time I Die

Eyes of celibates, burning images worn down rotted lies 

Lips dried peeling, eyes separate our lives dead underneath your skin 

This blood's not mine, you fucking whore, you don't deserve my gods 

You're a deified angel, you leave me sickened in prayer 

It's the residing disease in me that sheds its halos for whores 

It leaves my wrists cut with jaded tongues 

Your eyes freeze my fire of innocence, whores addictions, souls salvation 

I said it, I'm so tired, so saddened, I'm no coward 

Please bury me, they broke my wings in an attempt 

To divide a sickness from comfort of open wounds 

Wide eyed I died 

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