Letra de Behold The Harlot

I see the river of lies you hide under that stone cold surface proudly, shrouding yourself. Your malicious intent was masked with a pleasant smile, vicious beauty and an aura to match. The perfect recipe for any fool's demise, demise, any fool's demise. Yes I miss the caress of her tender skin and demon eyes. I breathe no more Yes I miss the caress of her tender skin and demon eyes. I need no more Like a virus with no agenda an addiction with no reprisal. What a tangled web you weave. Give as much as you take, but the taking has just begun. Knowing this all good and well I can't stay away 'cause I can still smell you on my fingers. I still see your face when I close my eyes. Your face. Lust has turned into obsession and I want out.