you have a history of holding back

a certain sweetness that I lack

sensitive till the day of the final strike

hatred coming on from greater heights

won't you stay away

I'll pass away a different day

won't you stay away

don't hold it against me...

looking down on a rogue this lonely frame

it's predictable the killing game

the sickness knows not what feels right

you gotta hold on to what feels right

won't you stay away

I'll pass away a different day

won't you stay away

together it's impossible

together it's impossible

I see blood on the robe

cold hearts will still haunt you