to our endless massacre parade,
we’ll embark upon a masquerade
searching our veins, bleeding them dry,
giving birth to our own demise
shameless redemption swallowed down,
drowning in the fatal sound
lying fixated in our own dismay,
relief comes from the nearest blade

and as subtle as slitting throats,
upon our truths we tend to choke
broken blessings rebuke our faith,
bleeding hearts, we fall from grace

to our wreckless massacre parade,
we’ll embark upon a masquerade
bleeding our hearts, letting them die,
preparing ourselves for this good-bye
shameless redemption swallowed down,
drowning in the fatal sound
lying fixated in our own dismay,
relief comes from the nearest blade

and as subtle as slitting throats,
upon our truths we tend to choke
broken blessings rebuke our faith,
bleeding hearts, we fall from grace

heartless conviction no longer the sin,
waiting for all this to come to an end
lying here lifeless in our own decay,
relief comes form the nearest grave