Your flower will decorate my grave
Life's for the cowards. The ocean of pain's my fate
It will kiss my dying lips. It makes me forget your blame
Erasing my memories with its melancholic breath
This memory is holding me
I was a believer. Now I'm just your Christ in a frame
I'm drowning in fears That taste like sweet female sweat
The hell's full of lizards. I'm laughing like one of them
We're loosing our livers in those alcoholic flames
This memory is holding me
I don't want to feel like a bloodstain with no shape
But your smile is more than my heart could take
I don't want to feel like a temple with no God
The secrets in my mind were apart of my endless hope
The setting sun is dying
It will no longer shine.
