Cold by The Royal

Viced are the virtuous
Who salivate for the fucking cross
Hide behind the light seek me to dissimulate
Perverted in obsession.
Wasting away with nothing to gain

Embraced in conflicted, absolute vindication
And all these bodies remain
These bodies remain

Ugh

Ill fated convictions
Cursed by your contradiction
Benighted state of mind did you ever put your trust in yourself
Your heaven is hell

Bad blood stains those surrounding
As these lies are getting old
But you’ll never hide these ghosts behind me

My eyes are getting weary
When they say i'm growing cold
So let the malice raise me, Invincible

These fears
Take away hope again
Put your pride away burn it in eternal despair
Infectious, unholy covenant
Born to suffer
Swallowed by the word of god

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