Alba s touto skladbou:
The Golden Age Of Grotesque,
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, you made a spade,
but there's still traces of me in your veins
you drained my heart, and made a spade,
there's still traces of me in your veins
all my lilies' mouths are open,
like they're beggin' for dope and hopin'
Their 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
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
