• Each time you look at her
    Take every bruise in, love thy sin
    Each time she looks at you
    Dont care, just keep the stare

    Amorality suffocates the guilt
    That is eventually built
    Amorality flaunts the hate
    That you call your fate
    Amorality eats your soul
    Out of a heart-shaped bowl

    One, Two
    Fists flew
    Three, Four
    Sight of gore
    Five, Six
    Heart like bricks
    Seven, Eight
    Devilish irate
    Nine, Ten
    No guilt again

    Amorality licks the bleeding
    As signs of it's succeeding
    Amorality fetishes the contrite
    Easy targets to spike
    Atonement, Atonement
    It all falls down