WhoreMoans

Starting up my engines and I give into this trance

Swallowed my entire self by the aura of your stance

Host of viral trust you can not hold me down

I will live to see the defilement spreading around

Holding on this grudge, it’s my word against your will

Hostage to your temple like a witness to your kill

Shine as a bright star, wasted at dawn

Wake the sun quietly

Nights of the hunted, days on the run

Take the fall patiently

Ghost of ire let me be your enemy

I relate to your idle strain

Host of viral trust you can not hold me down

I will live to see the defilement spreading around

I cannot breathe in my own grave

I cannot be your enemy