Kissing the Beast

Fixtures immensely beholding the force holy benevolence deadly remorse Tearing the lining and saving the flow dropping the heartrate enclosing the soul Lest we remember the deadly command hour upon us and close at hand Now in our coldness our heart has begun needing the heat from the earth and the sun Cold as ice trapped in the earth cold as ice needing the sun Kissing the beast as he lies underneath scratching your heart with soulful belief Awaiting the call to enrapture your life holding you still as he's holding the knife Nine bladed sword as the whore can recall dissecting the innocent under the fall Cracking the surface the air is still fresh only below us the mad stench of death Kissing the beast as he lies underneath scratching your heart with soulful belief Awaiting the call to enrapture your life holding you still as he's holding the knife Lest we remember the deadly command hour upon us and close at hand Now in our coldness our heart has begun needing the heat from the earth and the sun Cold as ice trapped in the earth cold as ice needing the sun Fixtures immensely beholding the force holy benevolence deadly remorse Tearing the lining and saving the flow dropping the heartrate enclosing the soul Nine bladed sword as the whore can recall dissecting the innocence under the fall Cracking the surface the air is still fresh only below us the mad stench of death A prince or a pauper or lunatic king son of a daughter shrouded in sin His kingdom in madnness and sadness and shame The song is still young and illusion's the game