Kissing the Beast

Fixtures immensely beholding the force holy benevolence deadly remorse
 Tearing the lining and saving the flow dropping the heartrate enclosing the soul
 Lest we remember the deadly command hour upon us and close at hand
 Now in our coldness our heart has begun needing the heat from the earth and the sun
 Cold as ice trapped in the earth cold as ice needing the sun
 Kissing the beast as he lies underneath scratching your heart with soulful belief
 Awaiting the call to enrapture your life holding you still as he's holding the knife
 Nine bladed sword as the whore can recall dissecting the innocent under the fall
 Cracking the surface the air is still fresh only below us the mad stench of death
 Kissing the beast as he lies underneath scratching your heart with soulful belief
 Awaiting the call to enrapture your life holding you still as he's holding the knife
 Lest we remember the deadly command hour upon us and close at hand
 Now in our coldness our heart has begun needing the heat from the earth and the sun
 Cold as ice trapped in the earth cold as ice needing the sun
 Fixtures immensely beholding the force holy benevolence deadly remorse
 Tearing the lining and saving the flow dropping the heartrate enclosing the soul
 Nine bladed sword as the whore can recall dissecting the innocence under the fall
 Cracking the surface the air is still fresh only below us the mad stench of death
 A prince or a pauper or lunatic king son of a daughter shrouded in sin
 His kingdom in madnness and sadness and shame
 The song is still young and illusion's the game