Cyanide Lips

The mask you wear is not your own

A shallow grave you've never shown

I saw a knife preceding the apocalypse

As you leaned in to frame this kiss

Obsessed by times, so scared of being alone

Times you'd lost what holds your soul

But deep inside my eyes you saw I knew

You're dealing a hand once dealt to you

I've been where you're going

And believe me, it's not so bad

With hope as medicine to the miserable

Inside of all-consuming dread

So bring your chains

Your lips of tragedy

And see the walls

Come tumbling down inside of me

Forget everyone and remain