The pursuit of my dying lust for love has rendered me superfluous
And the distance from an angel to rescue me from this hell has grown exponentially
The ever increasing thoughts have circled around in my head
The damned expire in wait as the softest emotions fade to black

I can hate what you've done to me
A perfect rendition of tragedy
And you inhibit me again
The devolution of an "angelic" whore
However deeply buried she may be
The silence breaks through into atrophy
An endlessly burning hole in my sanity

The ultimate betrayl of the masses
My heart broken into the smallest pieces
If I hear one more word from your mouth
I will die, all over again

The pursuit of my dying lust for love has rendered me superfluous, inanimate, a shell of a man
The distance from an angel to rescue me from this hell has grown exponentially
I will die all over again

The scars, from this; our lives, are what make up cannot hide
What smiles cannot conceal
Dead silence falls
Repentance is no worry for the damned
You wont hear from me again my love
Please give me plagues
Give me all but the sound of your voice
Its dulling sweetness buries me inside
And in a blood filled paradise
Not even razors can remove these memories from me


Lyrics submitted by Fantastic_Stu

A Perfect Tragedy [2] : However Deeply Buried She May Be song meanings
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