In denial of the thoughts that our feelings dissolve.
Your words were always chosen wisely, disguising all intent.
Amidst the poetry, I thought I heard you say,
"Let's make a deal, a diamond for disease..."
Then the promise of never was as embracing as the act of strangulation.
The idea of forever became the grandest humiliation.
I keep remembering your words, spoken in the guise of an oath, the promise of never.
Now never is all I ever receive, never, and the knowledge of your disease.
Those two words spoken aloud, I do, the promise of never.
Yet I still come, like a moth to a flame in assurance of pain.
Still you come, a breathing deathwish, with daggers drawn.
Always denying the idea that the mystery's resolved.
Examined closely, understanding all intent.
Amidst our screaming, I know I heard you say,
"Let's make a deal, a diamond for disease..."
If that's your idea of forever, I would gladly take strangulation.
Your idea of forever is the grandest humiliation.
Your matrimony was silenced.
All vows forgotten and the burden placed on me to aid you from the marriage bed.
That's when the promise of never became as embracing as strangulation.
Your idea of forever, the grandest humiliation.
Yet I never know how loosely you used the word friend.
In time I learned.
This I cannot forgive, but only you know the truth.
Your secrets, they follow, and shadows always show the path to the fallen,
The liars wielding daggers.
Take your skin away, wield the liar's dagger.
Because along this path are fragile whispers guiding me with guilt.
And though they scream the faintest lies,
They lead me to the knowledge that your words were chosen wisely,
Disguised was all intent.
Within the deceit, I know I heard you say...
For now, for forever; from the start, this was the deal.
"A diamond for disease."

I saw you wedding gown
The prettiest dress
I came into the room that night
And made such a mess
In my own way, I lovingly kiss the bride
With your ring in your hand
Your eyes and your mouth open wide
In my eyes
Blood drops look like roses on white lace
They won't wash away
In my mind they're roses on white lace
Straight from the heart
So dead upon the bed
You hurt me in the deepest way
I'm crippled inside
I took your evil skin away
It's all cut and dry
I saw you tonight and carefully took your hand
With some smears on my cheeks
I knew that you would understand
In my eyes
Blood drops look like roses on white lace
They won't wash away
In my mind they're roses on white lace
Straight from the heart
So dead upon the bed, still searching for your head
They're never gonna find your face
It's hidden away
I found a very special place for you used to play
In my own way, I lovingly kiss the bride
With your ring in your hand
Your eyes and your mouth open wide
In my eyes
Blood drops look like roses on white lace
They won't wash away
In my mind they're roses on white lace
Straight from the heart
Blood drops look like roses on white lace
Crimson and sweet, stained on the sheet
Roses on white lace, pretty in red, dripping and wet
Roses on white lace, spilled on the walls, dark in the hall.

To celebrate the guilt (the lies of whispering shadows)
And tattoo their words upon your ever-scarring flesh.
(Beaten, diseased, follow)
To make believes there is no guilty, to wield the liar's dagger,
And clasp his hand to celebrate the countless unborn bastards.
To praise the guilt some more, in the eyes of the fallen.
Embracing the swine, this foreplay strangulation.
(Beaten, diseased, hollow)
Though your disease is ever mine, I give you diamonds.
And in an act to seal the oath, I gave you roses, be careful of the fucking thorns.
In your eyes I saw the end, and these were your words, the promise of never.
Still in denial of the fact that our feeling dissolve.
I took your evil skin away with the blade of the liar's dagger,
And clasped your hand to celebrate your vile unborn bastard.