I thank you for the scars They are the lines that grace my wrists today Have you come to collect the heart Of the ghost you left of me? The purest cloth drapes sinners Fetid shove of lifeless need In my heart she lies embedded But I know she'll never set me free Fire burns my blood when I touch you Your heart bestowed upon me Now I prayed for a fallen angel With worn out wings and a vampire's smile I was sent a broken angel I'm still alone on this crooked mile She's beauty and d**h Take my last breath I'd gladly give it away She's wet on my lips The scars on my wrists Inflicted by her misery So I'll speak in fragments My daily crucifixion You can't hold me anymore Fire burns my blood when I touch you Your heart bestowed on me And you tell me that it's art And your tears are made of lies, lies Hanging from your halo Fire burns my blood when I touch you Your heart bestowed on me You tell me that it's art And your tears are made of lies Your heart bestowed on me Your heart bestowed on me You tell me that it's art And your tears are made of lies Hanging from your obsidian halo The problem with the dead They always come back again Coking on your obsidian halo Save your screams for savior scenes