Spade

The Beauty spot was borrowed and now my sweet knife rusts tomorrow.
Im a confession that is waiting to be heard.

Burn your empty rain down on me
whisper you deathbeat so sofly
we bend our knees
at the altar of my ego.

You drained my heart, and made a spade
but there's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
but there's still traces of me in your veins.

All my lilies' mouths are open,
like their begging for dope and hoping
their bitter petal chant, "we can kick, you wont be back."

Im a diamond that is tired
of all the faces that ive aquired
we must secure the shadow
ere the substance fades.

You drained my heart, and made a spade
but there's still traces of in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
but there's still traces of in your veins.

and we said 'till we die.
and we said 'till we die.