Lead Me to our Only Place,
Dressed for opening time
Show me Bleeding Where My Love
Burns you Breathing Fire

The Funeral is Waking Now
From the Summer's Kiss
Damn the Heavens for your Roses
Are Growing wilder now

Empty all your Pockets Now
The Show is opening Soon
the crowd is Roaring
and their Fists Are thrown up in the air
the murderer you face
Is tired of living but only kills,
the living that time hates

Bloodletting On the Naked Kiss

Credits Speak A Thousands Words
But Are Rarely Read
Your Dress flows black velvet when it's,
it's dropping to it's death
your head speaks vulgarities,
on your dying breath
left your tranquility,
for those who know you best