Double Walker 歌词

Charcoaled all over my face Streaks of disgrace His making sure that our ways will stay interlaced 'Cause it isn't mine That hungry smile His making sure that our ways will stay ever so vile But in his riding of our ways we got double crossed With the package came a conscience that wasn't easily lost Every bloody inch of self-gratification Would be compensated by a bloody laceration And in that time Where was he now? He had long fled when guilt surfaced and made us crawl What we tore loose but seemingly couldn't consume As we were the knife as well as we were the wound The life we've taken The life we've lost Castigation, I accept responsibility As I am never what I expect myself to be The distance between me and my acts of impurity are the outstreched lenghts of the burial grounds It feeds on me How can I be? What am I without you….? I hear him talk I feel him walk And who is speaking with such intimate knowledge of my thoughts? A schism dressed in carnal relics is mounting the throne By his feet a female figure washing grave clothes The life we've taken The life we've lost With twisted pontificial pride he wears the tiara He crowns himself whatever he sees fit, Malachaia The distance between me and my acts of impurity are the outstreched lenghts of the burial grounds It bleeds in me How can I be? What am I without…. you now? Starled from daily trail, always unwilling and unprepared, I am witness to the sounding of the banshee's wail. As a malevolent current that ices the air, 't is an indication of his drawing near. We meet at the burial grounds my shadow self and me and everything has to yield to my compulsive leave. A frantic journey through a woodland of overthrown memorial stones, through reverberating icy moans, takes me to our obelisk of (de)control. There I witness him all over the banshee, finished with her, he strides over to me, and demands -to be- my face. And leaves me dreamwalker, 'til one day he'll be finally done with me.