It dies today - A port in any storm

[It dies today]

A port in any storm



Fearful and numb
I now can accept
Deceit and dependency
Are my preeminent assets
Defined, Defined
A word etched in skin
Sweet host, sweet host
I'll feast within

Oh how one taste
Will haunt the senses and my dreams
I fiend the touch of your flesh
A lust which brings us no end
Dissolution quenched on fleeting hands
On fleeting hands

Drowning myself
In seas of comprise
Fair ladies and harlots submerge
With this sinking ship
Black urge, black urge
I swore to dismiss
Your minion, minion
Keeps on starving

Oh how one taste
Will haunt the senses and my dreams
I fiend the touch of your flesh
A lust which brings us no end
Dissolution quenched on fleeting hands

One sip of impure blood
Has left a bitter taste
Pending a lust which brings us
Closer to false heaven

Oh how one taste, on taste
Will haunt the senses and my dreams
I fiend the touch of your flesh
A lust which brings us no end
Dissolution quenched on fleeting hands
Fleeting hands

Oh how one taste, one taste
Will haunt the senses and my dreams
I fiend the touch of your flesh
A lust which brings us no end
Dissolution quenched on fleeting hands
On fleeting hands

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