Woorden: HIM (His Infernal Majesty). In Venere Veritas.

Let's fall apart together now

Zip and keep it in a body bag well warm
Next to the mausoleum he was born in
Picking up the pieces of this gory glory of it all
Bereave to mourn
Bereave to mourn

Have no fear
There are wounds that are not meant to heal
And they sing, in venere veritas
Come inside
Let the bother you alive
And sing, baby sing
There are wounds that are not meant to heal at all
In venere veritas

Let's fall apart together now

There's a motive to our sadness as we drag the mirrored ball and chain
Through the twilight again
Dressed up in shame

Have no fear
There are wounds that are not meant to heal
And they sing, in venere veritas
Come inside
Let the bother you alive
And sing, baby sing
There are wounds that are not meant to heal at all
In venere veritas

Begging for reflection of a ??
Find and chase us over the edge

Have no fear
There are wounds that are not meant to heal
And they sing, in venere veritas
Come inside
Let the bother you alive
And sing, baby sing
There are wounds that are not meant to heal at all
In venere veritas
These are the wounds that are not meant to heal at all

Let's fall apart together now
Let's fall apart together now