Текст песни Bloodshed - The Scarlet Letter

Bloodshed EP, 1995 / Tooth & Nail Records

As the clouds drift in the sky
The black rose begins to bloom.
Hypocrisy grows louder
Of shuttering cries of what was you.
This isn't the outside.
Choked to declare what is yours.

Cut my throat,
Is this what will freeze the fire

My weakest style is my greatest defeat.
I am not what they heard of.
Bring in the pain as the punch begins to hit
From the habits of self-love.

Alone, life dims to its darkest path.
Alone, neither you or me can grab a hold.
Alone, I'm not yours, you're not mine.
Alone...