10's

My skin is cold, transfusion with somebody morose and 
old, drop into fruitless dying 
It was tempting and bared, the whoring angel rising 
Now burning prayers, my silent time of losing 

(Chorus) 
My foes - they can't destroy my body 
Colliding slow, like life itself 

Long for the blur, we cannot dry much longer 
Cement to dirt, disgusted with my cheapness 

(Chorus) 
(Chorus) 

Reaching down, staring up (at the forgiver)