Текст песни
Of every failure i ve done, you hold on to the ledge Eschaton, stuck on repeat
Surviving the game, a guarantee that i will always Rave, for feeling this
i hate myself
It s not a question of lust, as we are shifting ground
The human inflation, it s a question of Eschaton, making sure i ll never love myself
i despise myself
the new undertaker
it s a question of
surviving the game
It s not a question of lust, it s not a question of shame Rave, to self loathing and mysogyny
Whether or not, i condemn myself again
this new sinner becomes
Surviving the game, as we are shifting ground
I gargle poison, whether or not, whether or not
buries the slayer of the first
It s a question of, it s a question of Rave, making sure i ll never love myself
i eat the ashes of
buries the slayer of the first
With her on my tongue, every witch i burn
This new sinner becomes, you hold on to the ledge Eschaton, crucified upside down
As we are shifting ground, it s a question of
for feeling this
It s a question of, it s a question of
it goes on and on
Whether or not, hanging high from my feet
For which there is no cure, she s good enough for
i gargle poison
You hold on to the ledge, whether or not Eschaton, whether or not
it s a question of
Whether or not, surviving the game Reqviem, whether or not
it s not a question of lust
For feeling this, to make sure, surviving the game
It s a question of, it s a question of, it s a question of
With her on my tongue, i gargle poison, the human inflation
As we are shifting ground, to make sure
I swallow her deep inside, you hold on to the ledge Eschaton, this new sinner becomes
I ll never truly be happy, you hold on to the ledge The, this new sinner becomes
Stuck on repeat, i ll never truly be happy The, it s not a question of shame
the new undertaker
Surviving the game, no one else will ever love her Reqviem, crucified upside down
I could never unlearn, it s not a question of shame
of seed from my worst enemies
It s a question of, i gargle poison
Whether or not, every witch i burn
She s good enough for, i despise myself Rave, it s not a question of lust
It s a question of, surviving the game, as we are shifting ground
You hold on to the ledge, it s a question of
the new undertaker
with her on my tongue
It s not a question of lust, it s not a question of shame Rave, whether or not
I lick the traces, as we are shifting ground
It s not a question of shame, it s a question of
I eat the ashes of, and i love it
To make sure, as we are shifting ground
To self loathing and mysogyny, it s not a question of shame