The Promise Of Never

To make believes there is no guilty, to wield the liar’s dagger
And clasp his hand to celebrate the countless unborn bastards
To praise the guilt some more, in the eyes of the fallen
Embracing the swine, this foreplay strangulation
(Beaten, reject, hollow)
Though your disease is ever mine, I give you diamonds
And in an act to seal the oath, I gave you roses, be careful of the fucking
thorns
In your eyes I saw the end, and these were your words, the promise of never
Still in denial of the fact that our feeling dissolve
I took your evil skin away with the blade of the liar’s dagger
And clasped your hand to celebrate your vile unborn bastard