Styling your shroud
Infecting the crowd
Steady letting the fruit of her thrill
Fool you so wellFictitious styles of living
We've expected to work
But this is all your giving
Half of what your worthPigeon hold in battles
Overtones of snow in her clutch
Falling through lines
One more breath destroys the best of you
The death of youStyling your shroud
Infecting the crowd
Steady letting the fruit of her thrill
Fool you so wellA precious gift embedded
Deep within your skin
But parasitic pleasures
Are closer than kinPlease expose your shadows
Such concerns are products of love
Falling in lies
One more fraud destroys our trust in you
Our love for youStyling your shroud
Infecting the crowd
Steady letting the fruit of her thrill
Fool you so wellAs you kiss the abstract
And pray it's everything you'd hoped for
The smell of her, the thrill of her, the fruit of her, the use of her
Is killing everything that you've worked for
The smell of her, the thrill of her, the fruit of her, the use of her
Is killing everything that you've worked forStyling your shroud
Infecting the crowd
Steady letting the fruit of her thrill
Fool you so wellSmell of her, thrill of her, fruit of her, use of her
The smell of her, thrill of her, fruit of her, use of her
The smell of her, thrill of her, fruit of her, use of her
The smell of her, thrill of her, fruit of her, Lucifer