I’m sick of drawing blanks
(of) spending my life like this
(of) seeing your words pouring in the sand
I’m not impressed
Teardrops dripping from your chin
You’re not the only one who lives in sin
You’ve claimed to be a virgin since the day you saw the light
We are the first to die
Your soul is as black as mine

Washing hands in verity
Drinking from cognition
Your name is purity
And guilt will get you anyway

Hand in hand we walk away
We feed the fire everyday
Hand in hand we walk away
Guilt will get us anyway