Songtext von Bitter Sweet Suicide

We are nothing but a notion of a ruler's faulty hand You're mistaken, for this is not the end You will suffer a bitter, grave defeat Wither in the depths of bloodlust schemes Before you embark make haste I sanction a horrid kind of that which you will soon know And break all your convictions Lack of entrails, all permissions No regard for intent Renditions of what beauty once was I'm hoping you'll be there my queen The chance of attendance slim And meek they are For a likelihood devoid of hap May upset the vultures They laugh at humanity Realizing its ignorance And bring hostility to play Its utmost advocates You'll fear the consequence Yearn I'm quite familiar With what it feels like to want the one thing XThat cripples your wit And frames your heart on a wall Brandished by all of its captors Putrid, wounded, lies The procession must come to a halt Putrid, wounded, lies Adherence gives way to the fault Putrid, wounded, lies refuted Putrid, wounded, lies refuted I question all thoughts that plead for placating This poison is pure I don't wait for resentment To calm anxious nerves You will soon cite the end Tear down your prized blinds And stare into a future where you feel Just about as much As I did when you burnt the air surrounding me A sense we greet so frightened See, the lapse that cost you This is the last time Be gone