The Betrayers - A Plea For Purging
We are betrayers of perfection
Betrayers of perfection
Love spoken from these lips means nothing
Betrayers of perfection
All eyes on me
Looking left from right
All eyes on me
Looking left from right
Pulling poison from petals
Crimson roses corrode
Pulling poison from petals
Murder meadow
Death fills your harvest
In fields of blood
Your betrayals stretch for miles
Murder meadow
Meadow to right
Let go she
Oh how my hands do shake
Oh how my hands do shake
Stretched out to receive
The coins sing as they hit the ground
Oh how the silver shines in our eyes
Shines in our eyes
Betrayers of perfection
Betrayers of perfection
Betrayers