Taste The Iron On Your Lips

With a fickle spoilt heart

Let all purity be stained

In the court of carnal vice

May our bones lock in dismay

Now all love is

Left behind

We lay alone, drained of all pain

Two seated baths and the scent of lavender

Thick in the hot summer air

and now there's blood in her hair

we are so dead in our gore splattered bed sheets

It's in the fabric of every red kiss

You taste the iron on my lips

You begin to spit and hiss like you're hurting

See that I'm burning

How I wish this didn't have to be one more kiss

And you'll be gone

With your eyes all turning bleary

I know that if you asked

I'd drain you empty

But it's funny how one so sweet and charming

Can bare themselves and beg to be polluted

There in the stands

Where the news is broadcasted

I see a snap of your face and a year seems a day

And we're alone in a castle of demons

It's in the fabric of every red kiss

You taste the iron on my lips

You begin to spit and hiss like you're hurting

See that I'm burning

How I wish this didn't have to be one more kiss

And you'll be gone

With your eyes all turning bleary

I know that if he asked

You'd let him drain you empty

But it's funny how one so sweet and charming

Can bare themselves and beg to be polluted

Wipe those scornful tears away as all trace of hope receeds

Bound and lifeless I'll remain

Until we're all but carrion feed

From the ashes of decay lose our passion to dismay

And feel drained of all pain