Cold Hands

How I regret what I must do
But you've left me no choice
Though I still strain, I can't recall
The beauty of your fey voice.
Now that I've heard come through the walls
A song I've heard many times
I must return all you gave me
In the company of swine.
We had found sacred ground
You burnt down.

I thought you sang so tastefully
But now I see I was wrong
Your serenade turns to filth when I leave
So please, cut the love song.

How I regret what I must do
But you must be replaced
For I cannot go on suffering
such simple and common tastes.
When you met my eyes, you sang to me
Of passion, pain, and will.
When I blinked, you turned away
To kiss the hand of filth
You had found sacred ground
I'll burn down.

Tell me who will hear your voice, your song
When the smoke has cleared and the lights are gone?
Tell me who appears when I'm gone.