Fake that smile for one more kiss of the death you spread.
Face the lies 'cause tonight's your night to realize.
Happiness I heard is a heart attack for you'd better check your vital signs.
At any moment the incisive will recognize defeat like perfection,
Bleeding fever, holy season of reckoning.
You twist the knife and you like to pretend when you cry it's all right.
The lies you cannot hide.
We'll meet again and again at the fault line.
We'll meet again at the fault line.
You were the first one to stop my heart.
You'll be the last one now to hold me back.
Expect the worse.
You deserve nothing but another prayer, another tragedy.
Happiness I heard is a heart attack for you'd better check your vital signs.
Another prayer, another tragedy.
The tears will fall like rain tonight under a bloody moonlight and a bleeding sky.
