Anadivine Duet From The Dead
There's a tear in the fabric.
There's a knife on the floor.
Persistant beats the heart that stained
The dress inside the closet
Where her body lay cold.
There's no rhyme.
There's no reason.
For the seasons adore
Of dreamers of the past crimes
And of lovers have no lifelines.
They resolve; they restore.
If you knew the words,
She had such fascinations
With becoming a whore.
So charming when you choke on your pride.
It's so ugly it's not fair.
In the middle of your throat described
As the words wouldn't dare
This feeling of being alive
Reminds me of gasping for air.
And stomaching living for her
Is a feeling that I couldn't bear.
There's no rhyme.
There's no reason.
For the seasons adore
Of dreamers of the past crimes
And of lovers have no lifelines.
They resolve; they restore.
'Cause you showed the world my infatuation.
Now I'll show them you.
This feeling of being alive
Reminds me of gasping for air.
And stomaching living for her
Is a feeling that I couldn't bear.
It's been a long time since these hands have grabbed your skin,
And I've been dying for a way to get back here.
It's been a long time coming
For both of us have sinned,
And I've been drinking with the ghost of your old friend.
Stain the floor where she was strained
The vows that they exchanged
As blood soaked hands exchanged
Refrain from lines and songs we sing
As ugly rhythems hang
Her mouth that screamed my name
