Lyrics:

There's a tear in the fabric.

There's a knife on the floor.

Persistant beats the heart that stained

The dress inside the closet

Where her body lay cold.



There's no rhyme.

There's no reason.

For the seasons adore

Of dreamers of the past crimes

And of lovers have no lifelines.

They resolve; they restore.



If you knew the words,

She had such fascinations

With becoming a whore.



So charming when you choke on your pride.

It's so ugly it's not fair.

In the middle of your throat described

As the words wouldnt dare



This feeling of being alive

Reminds me of gasping for air.

And stomaching living for her

Is a feeling that I couldn't bear.



There's no rhyme.

There's no reason.

For the seasons adore

Of dreamers of the past crimes

And of lovers have no lifelines.

They resolve; they restore.



'Cause you showed the world my infatuation.

Now I'll show them you.



This feeling of being alive

Reminds me of gasping for air.

And stomaching living for her

Is a feeling that I couldn't bear.



It's been a long time since these hands have grabbed your skin,

And I've been dying for a way to get back here.

It's been a long time coming

for both of us have sinned,

And I've been drinking with the ghost of your old friend.



stain the floor where she was strained

the vows that they exchanged

as blood soaked hands exchanged

refrain from lines and songs we sing

as ugly rhythems hang

her mouth that screamed my name