Your Poison Is Much Like Your Touch

Your Poison Is Much Like Your Touch

your kisses infect me , your love a disease
with a hate so pure it brings me to my knees
my flesh crawls with your sickness inside
i've fallen into lust with my loveless bride

i hope you're happy with what you've done
i hope you're happy with what we've become

feeding each others weakness with more remorse
fallen through our hands to let hate take it's course
with a rusted ring on my finger and no grasp on reality
I'll cling to this life i lead like i'll cling to my own fatality

i hope you're happy with what you've implied
i hope you're happy in the way that i died.