Bride - Murder lyrics

Feels like suicide salt to the wounds of pain Pray for a miracle while you are going insane Carved like a lover's decadent stare Keep going back to the temptation in the air Wash away his touch, enemy inside The Lord will come to her, find the reason to justify Virtue is swollen, the night is spent and down She's so sure of herself she'll stare into the sun Wake up in the morning take a deep breath There's no smell of roses, just the scent of d**h Life's intoxicating like street confetti red Can't start believing with so many voices in your head