The Rotting Pair

One thousand plagues rain down

Stealing the skin of the lovers

In sickness and in hell

Entombed, defiled, and smothered

They lay seven leagues apart

The distance woven between two blackened hearts

It's not for nothing

The way there's always something

You're tearing and gnawing

At with that feeble jaw of yours

Frankly I'm sick

So sick of, so sick of

This affliction

One thing I've come to learn

In no uncertain terms is how

Tragedy bears the most famous corpses

What a shame we all hang

By the knots we twist ourselves

None to blame, can't be faked

Not with wounds dressed oh-so well

So turn on the bright lights and get those cameras going

I want you to take a good hard look at what we've been sowing

Lights out, but keep those cameras rolling

This sound is the last thing you'll ever

Ever, ever, ever hear

What a shame we all hang

By the knots we twist ourselves

None to blame, can't be faked

Not with wounds dressed oh-so well

I'm not much for portraits, but I can draw blood

In this red-carpet morgue, you're on the list plus one

A constant aching that fills up my chest

With the worst of intentions and threatens to

Can't you hear the angels calling? (Drag me down with you)

Desperately, your fingers clawing

No purchase found

Watch your skull french the ground, but still

I can hear the angels singing (All dressed up with)

Drowning out your lies and preening (Nothing more to prove)

Those filthy wings

I know how badly it stings to know

It's all your fault

We can't be fakes with wounds so well-dressed

Just stitch it up tight and I'll convalesce

We can't be fakes with wounds so well-dressed

Just stitch it up tight and I'll convalesce

We can't be fakes with wounds so well-dressed

Sown and soldered arteries rest