Styling your shroud

Infecting the crowd

Steady letting the fruit of her thrill

Fool you so well Fictitious styles of living

We've expected to work

But this is all your giving

Half of what your worth Pigeon hold in battles

Overtones of snow in her clutch

Falling through lines

One more breath destroys the best of you

The death of you Styling your shroud

Infecting the crowd

Steady letting the fruit of her thrill

Fool you so well A precious gift embedded

Deep within your skin

But parasitic pleasures

Are closer than kin Please expose your shadows

Such concerns are products of love

Falling in lies

One more fraud destroys our trust in you

Our love for you Styling your shroud

Infecting the crowd

Steady letting the fruit of her thrill

Fool you so well As you kiss the abstract

And pray it's everything you'd hoped for

The smell of her, the thrill of her, the fruit of her, the use of her

Is killing everything that you've worked for

The smell of her, the thrill of her, the fruit of her, the use of her

Is killing everything that you've worked for Styling your shroud

Infecting the crowd

Steady letting the fruit of her thrill

Fool you so well Smell of her, thrill of her, fruit of her, use of her

The smell of her, thrill of her, fruit of her, use of her

The smell of her, thrill of her, fruit of her, use of her

The smell of her, thrill of her, fruit of her, Lucifer