Taste the Iron on Your Lips

With a fickle spoilt heart Let all purity be stained In the court of carnal vice May our bones lock in dismay Now all love is Left behind We lay alone, drained of all pain Two seated baths and the scent of lavender Thick in the hot summer air And now there's blood in her hair We are so dead in our gore splattered bed sheets It's in the fabric of every red kiss You taste the iron on my lips You begin to spit and hiss like you're hurting See that I'm burning How I wish this didn't have to be one more kiss And you'll be gone With your eyes all turning bleary I know that if you asked I'd drain you empty But it's funny how one so sweet and charming Can bare themselves and beg to be polluted There in the stands Where the news is broadcasted I see a snap of your face and a year seems a day And we're alone in a castle of demons It's in the fabric of every red kiss You taste the iron on my lips You begin to spit and hiss like you're hurting See that I'm burning How I wish this didn't have to be one more kiss And you'll be gone With your eyes all turning bleary I know that if he asked You'd let him drain you empty But it's funny how one so sweet and charming Can bare themselves and beg to be polluted Wipe those scornful tears away as all trace of hope receeds Bound and lifeless I'll remain Until we're all but carrion feed From the ashes of decay lose our passion to dismay And feel drained of all pain