Dance of Death

Bleed me out in the morning,
And I'll do the same to you,
And we'll feast upon our suicidal tendencies.

Then we'll walk in the dark,
Your life force still filling up the gape,
Across my wrist that your lust made for me.

And I'll whisper this,
So you'll have to listen here.
Don't walk away because I'll learn to have something to fear.

The chants are made to harm us,
Their anger makes us laugh,
As we slay away the living,
Bringing justice to our cause back.

Love me in the morning,
Harm me in the dark,
We'll dance to a forgotten memory,
In a ballroom of a destroyed heart.