Within The Ruins Behold The Harlot lyrics

I see the river of lies
You hide under that stone cold surface
Proudly, shrouding yourself

Your malicious intent was masked
With a pleasant smile, vicious beauty
And an aura to match

The perfect recipe for any fool's demise
Demise, any fool's demise

Yes, I miss the caress of her tender skin
And demon eyes, I breathe no more
Yes, I miss the caress of her tender skin
And demon eyes, I need no more

Like a virus with no agenda

An addiction with no reprisal
What a tangled web you weave
Give as much as you take
But the taking has just begun

Knowing this all good and well
I can't stay away
'Cause I can still smell you on my fingers
I still see your face when I close my eyes
Your face

Lust has turned into obsession
And I want out