WhoreMoans

Starting up my engines and I give into this trance
Swallowed my entire self by the aura of your stance

Host of viral trust you can not hold me down
I will live to see the defilement spreading around

Holding on this grudge, it’s my word against your will
Hostage to your temple like a witness to your kill

Shine as a bright star, wasted at dawn
Wake the sun quietly
Nights of the hunted, days on the run
Take the fall patiently

Ghost of ire let me be your enemy
I relate to your idle strain
Host of viral trust you can not hold me down
I will live to see the defilement spreading around

I cannot breathe in my own grave
I cannot be your enemy