From the recording Rapture EP

Lyrics


Winter chill cuts straight to the bone
Hollow words can't warm up the soul
Taste the poison straight from the vein
Wilted Rose thorns still break the skin
Become what you want from me
Burdened by jealousy
Confess all your sins to me
The Blackened heart
of treachery
Words like knifes cut straight to the bone
An empty husk where life once did grow
Venomous ethos flows through these
veins
Can the surface be reached again
To face your uncertainty
Is shown in your eyes
A face you'll never see again