Monochromatic Stains
There is this face in the still waterI can't remember ever wearingLike fingerprints on your heartReading out the last lines of codeTo the untrained eye a secretI bled away the last of you
Sought trust in shapes of combined resultsThat trickles from a less than solid caseFought off attacks of resurfaced lustBurn the gracing grounds
No, what will give in first?The body or the lashMonochromatic stainsNo, who will cave in first?The leader or the fakeMonochromatic stains, oh!
This pile of ashes of a soulInformant pokes aboundThese sickly little fingersGet away from me
Tread not the path of least restraintEach piece of evidence a lie, a lieThe body, the face all items in placeI don't remember a thing
No, what will give in first?The body or the lashMonochromatic stainsNo, who will cave in first?The leader or the fakeMonochromatic stains
A sacrifice made to the loss of mindFolly a man's demise
Track now the stains that allow my fallSickening, the sight of it allNever shall I claim my innocenceI just was not there
No, what will give in first?The body or the lashMonochromatic stainsNo, who will cave in first?The leader or the fakeMonochromatic stains