tales of the heart

i dont have anything more to give you

bones sucked dry

we have died

have died

your greed....

like a parasitic inferno

burning up all who dare cross your path

the fury that no hell has hath

tied to a cross

the jesus of what?

of love?

not holy enough.. to

awake from the dead

not holy enough

to hear the supposed words that god has said

beat

thump

humanity buried in my chest

rip

you ripped it from it's home

riiip... humanity ripped from my chest

your greed..

parasitic

overwhelming

burning

you wanted everything

and werent even kind enough to share

beat

thump

gaping hole in my chest

wont go to heaven

wont ever get to rest

beat

thump

blood and demons flow from this gaping hole

blood and demons where there should be a soul

journey to the gate... pay the fucking tole!

tole...yeah, even in death i pay for your greed...

even now on my fear do you feed

beat

thump

a lump of fleshy gold

blood and demons drip down your arm

holding my own private insanity

my beating, pulsing, golden humanity

down your arm, my blood drips like vanity

beat

thump

dig your greedy nails... like needles into dough

like diamond into bone

like acid into stone

beat

thump

liquid gold dripping down you arm

even in death...

i can still be harmed