When the chants have cycled
There will be no Eve for Adan
If your apples have gone, gone, gone, gone
Incarcerated when the deeds are left to purchase
If you could see where I've been
You'd touch the hand that's touching sin
A mass of blackened scapes begins
Taking everything I've got
Incarcerated when the deeds are left to purchase
If you could see where I've been
You'd touch the hand that's touching sin
A mass of blackened scapes begins
If you could see where I've been
You'd touch the hand that's touching sin
A mass of blackened scapes begins
I seem to hide in metal plates
Held together alone don't wait
Until we've passed due date
Can't spot through the lens
Bleeding through your sanctuary
Bleeding through your sanctuary
Can't spot through the lens
Bleeding through your sanctuary
Bleeding through your sanctuary
Can't spot through the lens
Bleeding through your sanctuary
Bleeding through your sanctuary