Jordan Reyne - Perfidity lyrics

You were always the quiet one With strange ambition for oblivion The bite of the cold is always you to me The smell of the quiet brings your taste to me You were always the twisted one Who drank your solace from anyone For the strength of your hate I loved your bitterness For the blood in your soul I loved your emptiness We always wonder why good things die We cry them our poison and we drink ourselves dry And cut flowers always die The bite of the cold is always you to me The smell of the quiet brings your taste to me