A CLEAN SLATE
It won't take
BUT THIS TIME BOY, YOU MADE A MISTAKE
I'm on it
A PRO-PHECY
A reason to believe
THE BROKE, DISPLEASED
My cancer, your disease
THE BLOOD RUNS RED IN MY CONFESSION
The taste of spite drives the infection
WHEN THE HAND YOU HOLD GOES COLD, AND THE WRAITH KEEPS PUTTING
YOUR DEMISE ON HOLD
OH, THE SCENT OF BLOOD ON THEIR SKIN
The taste of sin
YOUR TOTAL DISCRETION
The teacher joins the lesson
FOR EVERY RECOLECTION
Another disconnection
AGAINST, THE WALL
As the journey dissolves
THE FLAMES BURN FOR DAYS ONLY STORIES REMAIN
WE ALL BOARD ONCE
The trainwreck, TO REGRET
WE ALL BURN ONCE
The trainwreck, TO REGRET
IN THE FACE ON ONE LAST STAND
Heads roll lack of self control
PERSISTENT, EVOLVED
Still no peace for the soul
A RAGE FUELED BY PAIN
Sifting through the remains
AWAKEN DEEP REFLECTION, NO LONGING SATISFACTION
Momentary revelation lost in blissful adulation
THE WICKED WAY
Of the path we pave
AS I WALK MY CONSCIOUS THROUGH, CRACKS WILL FORM UNDER FEET
With all frustrations at hand
THERE'S NO GETTING AWAY FROM WHAT'S BEEN SEARED IN
The depth of blood been tred
THE CALLOSED SKIN
It's the taste of sin
FOR THE TASTE OF SIN
It's the taste of sin
FOR THE TASTE OF SIN
WE ALL BOARD ONCE
The trainwreck, TO REGRET
WE ALL BURN ONCE
The trainwreck TO REGRET
