Mould Cradle Paroles

and souls of fire
the sacred whores
and graceful liars
my love is selfish
out of her mind
there was a time once
i knew i'm blind
i will not question
nor ever doubt
it's a confession
you own me now
her breath is spreading
inside my lungs
her blood in my veins
and i succumb
i feel you craving
one piece of me
it only strengthens
my certainty
from far you can see the worthless traitors
pure-minded children
the fools and saviours