There is the face in the still water
I can't ever remember wearing
Like fingerprints on your heart
To the untrained eye, a secret
I bled away the last of you
Sought trust in shapes of combined results
that trickles from a less than solid case
Fought off attacks of resurfaced lust
Burning the gracing grounds
Chorus
What will give in first
The body or the lash
Monochromatic Stains
The lead or the fake
Monochromatic Stains
This piles of ashes of a soul
informant pokes abound
LyricsThese sickly little fingers
Get away from me
Tread not the path of least restraint
each piece of evidence a lie, a lie
The body, the face, all items in place
I don't remember a thing
What will give in first
The body or the lash
Monochromatic Stains
The lead or the fake
Monochromatic Stains
A sacrifice made to the loss of a mind
Folly a man's demise
Track now the stains that allow my fall
sickening, the sight of it all
Never shall I claim my innocence
I was just not there
What will give in first
The body or the lash
Monochromatic Stains
The lead or the fake
Monochromatic Stains
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