You will kill me beautifully

Your fingers smell of incense and broken glass...
I have waited for this ritual for centuries.


The whisper of blades on the thin porcelain of the soul,
We dance on the edge of someone else's paranoia.
You pour sweet poison into my veins from the silence,
Erasing the borders between me and you.
My scream chokes in the black velvet of lips,
I am your most devoted, broken god.


Holy icons look down, but they are blind,
When you draw my finale on the walls.
This is not a sacrifice. This is the art of emptiness.

Припев
You will kill me beautifully,
In the light of fading constellations and guilt.
Slicing the pulse unhurriedly,
Like an artist who has lost his Satan.
You will kill me beautifully...
A symphony of flesh and ash.


The needles of time sew our mouths at the edges,
So that no one will hear the final chord.
I throw my throne to your heels,
My sweet executioner, my only lord.
The white makeup crumbles like ash from the heavens,
This room is too small for us and sin.


Holy icons look down, but they are blind,
When you draw my finale on the walls.
This is not a sacrifice. This is the art of emptiness.

Припев
You will kill me beautifully,
In the light of fading constellations and guilt.
Slicing the pulse unhurriedly,
Like an artist who has lost his Satan.
You will kill me beautifully...
A symphony of flesh and ash.


Drink my pain!
Make me a masterpiece!
Shatter my mirrors!
I want to be your final nerve!



Припев
You will kill me beautifully,
In the light of fading constellations and guilt.
Slicing the pulse unhurriedly,
Like an artist who has lost his Satan.
You will kill me beautifully...
A symphony of flesh and ash.


Beautifully...
Your fingers... with glass...
The end is just the beginning.