The Tribalism of Tribadism (Evil Men Have No Songs)
You turned my prayers into songs so you can hate me when i'm gone Do you believe the words I say? How can you ??? my every word If there are words you've never heard
My silence is my own decay With every ponder of the clock We're slipping closer to the dark This journey started at the end
You kissed her cliff and touched her height Just let your fingers slip inside My heart can breake but never bend
Our souls were forged inside the Sun Our lust was lying but never known Is there a line that can be seen
Can we pretend that never knew that every conquest was for you This life is never what it seems With every kiss we go beyond To find that holy sight ??? Evil men, they have no sons