little pieces of yourself you give no way to live sackcloth and ashes the perfect match is you and the guilt the heart that bleeds too quick to concede to all of his whims the part that feeds your ascetic needs begins to question him is this a sacrificial rite is this the malediction i feared in the vigils of my life is this a sacrificial... altruistic self-inflicted wounds to the heart unrealistic self-addicting love is the drug the martyr swears the altar's bare save for her soul she barters care for just a share of some affection can't be sold is this a sacrificial rite is this the malediction i feared in the vigils of my life is this a sacrificial... don't sacrifice your love, your life don't sacrifice your love, your life