I stand on the edge of reality, basking in your desire
the longing of out-stretched palms scrape my flesh
'romance is dead' they say, however we contradict them
bare not the scars of desire, carry my heart
I trust you with such a fragile grip

Tear not on my sanity, I fear the worst always
Do you not hear the screams of the damned?
They forsake our union
nothing is safe from your filthy god
do not struggle, I will breathe again

Dragging me down, currents of passion fail with grace
where is my savior? His disciples destroy me
What is this cancer?
Do I carry a cross too? If so, I do with glee,
to escape Father, to control my life

No child is safe, so masquerade not with such guise
The grotesque grips the truth, I apologize for my being
I would never have taken my first breath without your blessing
When you kill me do it slowly
So I can savor the taste of your loathing
The first day is always the best