The Damned Live Well - Azazel

Devour these sins of mine

In this great fire

I find a friend

You cut my soul

I bleed the blood of life

I felt you laugh away

I felt you fall away

This part is played

The words are spewed forth

I hurt the forgotten

Screaming a flow

The hands

I will live this

Sketchy outline

Of existence

To exist

Feel my life fade

Horrified, horrified

Etched in the heart

Is the curse of man