Cold Hands

How I regret what I must do

But you've left me no choice

Though I still strain

I can't recall the beauty of your fey voice

Now that I've heard come through the walls

A song I've heard many times I must return

All you gave me in the company of swine

We had found sacred ground you burnt down

I thought you sang to tastefully

But now I see I was wrong

Your serenade turns to filth when I leave

So, please, cut the love song

How I regret what I must do

But you must be replaced

For I cannot go on suffering

Such simple and common tastes

When you met my eyes you sang to me of passion

Pain and will

When I blinked you turned away

To kiss the hand of filth

You had found sacred ground I'll burn down

Tell me who will hear your voice

Your song, when the smoke has cleared

And the lights are gone?

Tell me, who appears when I'm gone