Set free all of the limitations, and suppress the discreet dalliance
Conceal the killer that resides in wait behind this dead end home
Photographs and signatures won’t atone for such plastic romance
And with every beat of your thundering pulse is a right in its own
Enamoured as you stepped on the glass they kindly laid out for you
Heaven may be a whole mess, but hell is still open for you to accrue
With the only retreat in a barren wasteland that paralyses each whim
So drop the honour and storm the weather, it’s right there in your skin.