Deathwaltz

A semblance of truth, this semblance of me Strikes such a chord, it deafens my ears. Keep your head on, collect yourself It's all I can do to assemble myself. The hooks act quick, the barbs dig deep With eagerness as the sickle reaps. I feel blood feathers, spike their way, The young buds shoot, with fresh new blades. A terrible thing, this terrible love. It's all that I have, it's all that I am. Let the knives out, hidden within, I'll wash you away with all of my sins. The hooks act quick, the barbs dig deep With eagerness as the sickle reaps. I feel blood feathers, spike their way, The young buds shoot, with fresh new blades.