Epiphany [duo] | √

Slave Blade

The ghost of our sins came calling again

Leading us on and pulling us in

Promising pleasures to keep tame

Feeding our flesh slices of shame

Bleeding out secrets with laden and guilt

Inflicting atonement for all the blood spilt

Scars hidden on our canvas adorn and reveal

Exposing our truth through lies and steel

Condemned by desires so dark and unspoken

Salvation delivered albeit a token

Martyrs of suffering crucifer in silence

Eternally masking our kingdoms with violence

Expressions of rage fade into vapor

Confessions of crimson ensuring our capture

Sadistic in nature won't offer repentance

Slaves to the blade our skinned last sentence