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Bane Of Existence - Evisceration lyrics
And your scent still lingers . . .
Hold me until the angels come
After all is gone, said and done.
Embrace me in your Devil wings
Safe from all the pain she brings.
Eviscerated.
In the light of the candle's flame
I can still hear you call my name.
Every time I close my eyes
Your haunting image is cast.
You seem so real . . . but you're gone.
Left feeling so forlorn.
Everyday I cry for you in vain.
Even in death you still bring me pain.
My veins,
They bleed.
They cry for release
From all the anguish that I feel.
Never did I wonder why
That without I would rather die.
My soul is under constant strain.
A bloodletting for the pain to drain.
I'm lost.
Broken.
Never to heal again.
It's grown.
Immense.
The worst pain I've ever known.
I can't hide from the emptiness inside . . .
An eternity of torment thrust upon my soul.Bane Of Existence - Evisceration - http://motolyrics.com/bane-of-existence/evisceration-lyrics.html
To hold you again . . . to have and to hold.
I still feel the texture of the blade in my hand.
Gripped so tight with all my might.
I had to kill you!
Staring down the barrel to lead filled forgiveness.
Living with the scars decorating my wrist.
Praying on my knees to remember that one last kiss.
There has to be a better way than this.
Struggling with the memories of the night you died.
Wondering if the tears were of joy I cried.
I can still smell the breath of your one last sigh.
You're dead now and nothing will change.
You told me you loved me.
I thought it was true.
There is no knowing what you could do
To get what you want.
Now I know why I never was loved.
Our love was a lie.
I gave you my life and you took all I could give.
You ruined my life and cared nothing at all.
You made me love you and into psychosis I fell.
Killing you was easy
But living without you is hell.
Oh, how I did love you.
Hold me until the angels come
After all is gone, said and done.
Embrace me in your Devil wings
Safe from all the pain she brings.
And your scent still lingers . . .