Amanda Marie's blog: "Metal22"

The beauty spot was borrowed,
Now my sweet knife rusts tomorrow,
I'm a confession that is waiting to be heard..

Burn your empty rain down on me,
Whisper your death beat so softly,
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 they're begging for dope and hoping,
the bitter petal chant "We can kick, you won't be back"

I'm a diamond that is tired of all the faces I've acquired,
We must secure the shadow ere, the substance fades..

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

And we said till we die,
And we said till we die,

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.

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

And we said till we die,
And we said till we die..