The Black Dahlia Murder - That Which Erodes the Most Tender of Things lyrics

Won't you rest your ruined head, my weary child? This would 'twas not for thee I send you now the promised land Not one breath did you heave stilly born Unto this earth sleeping so soundly in my arms A slug-like trail of ocher fluids where we've danced The sun is setting now, I hold a modest hand in vain My lung emit a sigh, what fiend would Take these tiny eyes and show them to the dark God's just a lie Never born into this den of sin That which erodes the most tender of things After the eve have fallen The lights are sinking low Shadows would hide that life In him could never grow A hollow gaze peers from the cradle black Imagining his shining eyes just sockets staring back Witness the baptism skeletal the world would shun Reject the purest form of love, a mother to her son I proceed to nurse him I could almost smile I entertain the notion That he did live this while But he's dead to this world Carved out just like my heart Soaked up and washed so lovingly Cherished son unconditionally In our secret world alone Situation delicate crudely frowned upon In our sacred love undone Never born into this den of sin That which erodes the most tender of things After the eve has fallen The lights are sinking low Shadows would hide that life In him could never grow A hollow gaze peers from the cradle black Imagining his shining eyes just sockets staring back Witness the baptism skeletal the world would shun Reject the purest form of love, a mother to her putrid rotting son