Over the troubles
Still bleeding on your tomb
Still lying, betraying but living
One more night without
Stuck in a corner of her head
As if she could never be safe
Pale, the skin of our corpses fades to grey
On the concrete we lay

The back of her neck still sweating cold
Over the troubles she roam, alone
Tasting the bitter kisses of hell
Deception, we failed

Don't need this razor anymore
Cut me! She left enough to a whore
Maybe she could never be saved
Her sins on a bed of regrets
I throw my heart to the lions and watch them eat it

Long is the night if you play with the angel's dust
Slow like your tongue
when you possessed by demon's lust
She could not remember the Sun light
We 're all creatures at midnight
God is a pervert 'cause he watches us do
And the fallen lead is through
Grave's flowers bloom and her soul is gone
32 years drowned into the fog

The back of her neck still sweating cold
Over the troubles she roam, alone
Tasting the bitter liquid of hell
Frustration, we failed

Don't need this razor anymore
Cut me! She left enough to a whore
Maybe she could never be saved
Her sins on a bed of regrets
I throw my heart to the lions and watch them eat it