Within The Ruins - Behold The Harlot Lyrics
I see the river of lies
You hide under that stone cold surfaceProudly, shrouding yourselfYour malicious intent was maskedWith a pleasant smile, vicious beautyAnd an aura to matchThe perfect recipe for any fool's demiseDemise, any fool's demiseYes, I miss the caress of her tender skinAnd demon eyes, I breathe no moreYes, I miss the caress of her tender skinAnd demon eyes, I need no moreLike a virus with no agendaAn addiction with no reprisalWhat a tangled web you weaveGive as much as you takeBut the taking has just begunKnowing this all good and wellI can't stay away'Cause I can still smell you on my fingersI still see your face when I close my eyesYour faceLust has turned into obsessionAnd I want out