The Damned

Your caustic tongue that eats away The static hum that fills the day Buries me beneath a crown of silk and sweat Where I see clear the things that I forget It's all by chaste design that I seem to be known Occluded by desire, still I scheme to atone I think I found the worst mistake The kind that sounds just like it tastes But I'm still bound by the lines laced in your face Unseen, it won't help It's so clear, the things that I've left out It's all by chaste design (No, I can't be it) that I seem to be known 'Cause I was overwhelmed Secluded by desire (No, I can't be it), still I scheme to atone ('Cause I was overwhelmed)