Poison Tears

(альбом: The Scythe - 2007)

The puritan filth, where ivy grows
The poisoned tear, the thorn, the rose
The sin, the pleasure, the sexual urge
Is what I choose for my last dirge

This is the day I'll die
The scent of lust, my last goodbye
Devotion and distress love and tempting flesh

Thousands battles I have fought
Like a falling Caesar now I rot
The night of the long knives the weakness of our kind

A human messiah carrying the cross
Still to this day they follow an icon I can't believe it
Do you believe in the afterlife? I don't!
An eyeball in the mouth of the snake is pouring poison

Every day I'm lost and found
Torn and beaten to the ground
Like a poison tear that falls without a sound
Crying poison tears
Every time I fall again
A paradox that has no end
Like a vortex turning circles in the sand
Crying poison tears

On lost occasion avenue
Satan's fisting his way through
The false legion of the dead
Puritanie filth they spread

A headless rider I wanna be
To spew out all my anger
The seven deadly sins and the animal within

A human messiah carrying the cross
Still to this day they follow an icon I can't believe it
Do you believe in the afterlife? I don't!
An eyeball in the mouth of the snake is pouring poison

Every day I'm lost and found
Torn and beaten to the ground
Like a poison tear that falls without a sound
Crying poison tears
Every time I fall again
A paradox that has no end
Like a vortex turning circles in the sand
Crying poison tears

Every day I'm lost and found
Torn and beaten to the ground
Like a poison tear that falls without a sound
Crying poison tears
Poison tears my eyes still cry
Pouring venom till I die
On that day you'll realize it's all a lie
Crying poison tears

Crying poison tears