Cold

The sound of remorse, thrown away
The soft embrace, the lie led astray
The righteousness of self, takes its claim
Conscience rolls, it's still the same

I'll kill I'll hunt, you'll bleed tonight
Bathed in blood, you'll be my bride
The more you try, the more I need
Now is my madness justified?

Drenched to the full, in a frozen bloodstream
The sighs, the shovel, and your screams
Everything's so vague, even tears flow in hate
You wanted quiet, and I took you to your grave

I'll kill I'll hunt, you'll bleed tonight
Bathed in blood, you'll be my bride
The more you try, the more I need
Now is my madness justified?

Now is it justified? (x3)

There's the smell of you in this dirt my dear
Would you come with me if I wanted you here?
Is this shame, regret, remorse or fear?
You're so cold, and fuck, I don't even care