Styling your shroud

Infecting the crowd

Steady letting the fruit of her thrill

Fool you so well



Fictitious styles of living

We've expected to work

But this is all your giving

Half of what your worth

Pigeon hold in battles

Overtones of snow in her clutch

Falling through lines

One more breath destroys the best of you

The death of you



Styling your shroud

Infecting the crowd

Steady letting the fruit of her thrill

Fool you so well



A precious gift embedded deep within your skin

But parasitic pleasures are closer than kin

Please expose your shadows

Such concerns are products of love

Falling in lies

One more fraud destroys our trust in you

Our love for you



Styling your shroud

Infecting the crowd

Steady letting the fruit of her thrill

Fool you so well



As you kiss the abstract

And pray it's everything you'd hoped for

The smell of her, the thrill of her

The fruit of her, the use of her

Is killing everything that you've worked for



The smell of her, the thrill of her

The fruit of her, the use of her

Is killing everything that you've worked for



Styling your shroud

Infecting the crowd

Steady letting the fruit of her thrill

Fool you so well



Smell of her

Thrill of her

Fruit of her

Use of her 



The smell of her

Thrill of her

Fruit of her

Lucifer