Take this phrase and bury it beneath you

No more battered faces and forgotten tongues

It seems you've renewed my faith in hate

I'm not as exacting as I once was

I've forgotten what those words meant to me

And your face looks a little dirtier now

Face down in this puddle presents breathing problems

Looks like you're not so righteous now

Just one more minute, that's all I ask

Then you will resurface and wipe away that masquera

A razorblade smile for all those tears

An ear-to-ear grin must have found it's home on you

Porcelain white skin wrapped in bloodstained carpet

Maybe this river will wash away all your demons

Maybe they will stay to hurt you until I come to meet you

Then I will have the chance to do it all over again...