[center] the beauty spot was borrowed now my sweet knife rusts tomorrow I´m a confession that is waiting to be heard burn your empty rain down on me whisper your deathbeat so softly we bend our knees at the altar of my ego you drained my heart and made a spade but there´s still traces of me in your veins all my lilies´ mouth are open like they´re begging for dope and hoping I´m a diamond that is tired of all the faces I´ve acquired we must secure the shadow ere the substance fades and we said.... ´til we die... [img]http://www.scifimoviepage.com/upcoming/photos/corpse3.jpg[/img]