Behold The Harlot - Within The Ruins

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