Carnal Ways To Recreate the Heart
I am the one, the fallen bastard son
I'll step inside you
I'll feel your lips and seize your flesh
To penetrate the wound
And your screams shall be dreams of the graceless one's rebirth
Forever I have lost the way
To the flesh that was mine today
I left my trace, I left my mark
Carnal ways to recreate the heart
Feel the pain and we know
Feel the pain and we know
And with the pain, we are cursed with child
And with the pain, we are cursed with child
To be with me, is to be left
I step away now
I'll leave your lips and withered flesh
No more inside the wound
A badge of lust and wrong decisions
The cold hands of a cursed religion
A false idol to praise and worship
And coax these hellish times
To cut and paint my sins, a shade of purest white
To play the role of God, and to recreate a life
I am the one, the fallen bastard son
I'll step inside you
I'll feel your lips and seize your flesh tonight
A false idol to worship
And coax these hellish times
To play the role of God, and recreate a life
A badge of lust and wrong decisions
The cold hands of a cursed religion
To cut and paint my sins
A shade of purest white
I paint my sins in white
Forever I have lost the way
To the flesh that was mine today
Forever I have lost the way
To the flesh that was mine today
I left my trace, I left my mark
Carnal ways to recreate the heart
Feel the pain and we know
Feel the pain and we know
And with the pain, we are cursed with child
And with the pain, we are cursed with child
I'll step inside you
I'll feel your lips and seize your flesh
To penetrate the wound
And your screams shall be dreams of the graceless one's rebirth
Forever I have lost the way
To the flesh that was mine today
I left my trace, I left my mark
Carnal ways to recreate the heart
Feel the pain and we know
Feel the pain and we know
And with the pain, we are cursed with child
And with the pain, we are cursed with child
To be with me, is to be left
I step away now
I'll leave your lips and withered flesh
No more inside the wound
A badge of lust and wrong decisions
The cold hands of a cursed religion
A false idol to praise and worship
And coax these hellish times
To cut and paint my sins, a shade of purest white
To play the role of God, and to recreate a life
I am the one, the fallen bastard son
I'll step inside you
I'll feel your lips and seize your flesh tonight
A false idol to worship
And coax these hellish times
To play the role of God, and recreate a life
A badge of lust and wrong decisions
The cold hands of a cursed religion
To cut and paint my sins
A shade of purest white
I paint my sins in white
Forever I have lost the way
To the flesh that was mine today
Forever I have lost the way
To the flesh that was mine today
I left my trace, I left my mark
Carnal ways to recreate the heart
Feel the pain and we know
Feel the pain and we know
And with the pain, we are cursed with child
And with the pain, we are cursed with child
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Writer(s): James Malone
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