in pure ghost white i see what was mine
drowned in jet black that haunts your shadows
this forked road now bends
a forked tongue appears to lead us astray
all this that i have is all that you are
cutting for love a new trophy scar
just not worth the tears and penance
not worth the blood that we both pour
i want to live without the guilt we give
i want to die without this pain
i want to live without the guilt we give
i want to die without your name
born to burn with hell to pay
born to burn with we will someday