Lathe
Wrought an August eve 'neath London's dripping eaves
A modern gothic promise of disease
Night held rains scent in you, and haven bare
Awaiting the grand despair
Devil rains wash these burning hands
Lest these dirty cuts decree
'Til fate holds me chaste and numb
Bloody tongues won't cleanse our wounds
Come lay in mordant rest, our secrecy to death
Tress-silhouetted wet corset, contouring eager breasts
Virtuous cerements abdicate their laces fare
Décolletage in ruptured skies' prayers
Devil rains wash these burning hands
Warm scarlet throat agape
Empty hands chaste
Bloody tongues seal your fate
Wash these burning hands
Warm scarlet throat agape
Empty hands chaste
Bloody tongues seal your fate
Cut the poison out
Dead hope, I always knew
Bleed the burning poison out
Sleep will come
I always knew
Pure Angelique, diabolical fiend
Illusion of hope, in veiled devilry
Wicked Angelique, wistful of thee
Queen of my darkness, and disparate beauty
Cruel Angelique, diabolical fiend
Blood painted angel
Wicked Angelique, my lathe, corrupt unto thee
In blackened spirit, soulless beauty
Beauty
Bleed the burning poison out
Sleep will come, I always knew
Wrought an August eve 'neath London's dripping eaves
A modern gothic promise of disease
Night held rains scent in you, and haven bare
Awaiting
A modern gothic promise of disease
Night held rains scent in you, and haven bare
Awaiting the grand despair
Devil rains wash these burning hands
Lest these dirty cuts decree
'Til fate holds me chaste and numb
Bloody tongues won't cleanse our wounds
Come lay in mordant rest, our secrecy to death
Tress-silhouetted wet corset, contouring eager breasts
Virtuous cerements abdicate their laces fare
Décolletage in ruptured skies' prayers
Devil rains wash these burning hands
Warm scarlet throat agape
Empty hands chaste
Bloody tongues seal your fate
Wash these burning hands
Warm scarlet throat agape
Empty hands chaste
Bloody tongues seal your fate
Cut the poison out
Dead hope, I always knew
Bleed the burning poison out
Sleep will come
I always knew
Pure Angelique, diabolical fiend
Illusion of hope, in veiled devilry
Wicked Angelique, wistful of thee
Queen of my darkness, and disparate beauty
Cruel Angelique, diabolical fiend
Blood painted angel
Wicked Angelique, my lathe, corrupt unto thee
In blackened spirit, soulless beauty
Beauty
Bleed the burning poison out
Sleep will come, I always knew
Wrought an August eve 'neath London's dripping eaves
A modern gothic promise of disease
Night held rains scent in you, and haven bare
Awaiting
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Writer(s): Ryan Lockwood
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