A Subtle Dagger

It infiltrates Insidious It feigns at love Betrays our trust In what we've known Since we were born The truth we've found in all we see Points to design Still our chests swell We'll never find True answers from a wishing well So feed us all Another lie To still our thoughts Appease our pride So we won't have To change the way we see, we live, we love, we die Our lust precede Our blasphemy Our logic reads Like notes from tainted autopsy (solo by Teppei) Our souls they speak of something more But we can't look beyond ourselves We implore empty skies because Our hearts hold room for no one else We extend our Claws to grasp at shadows of the Ideals we have Lost causalities of a subtle dagger Buried to the Hilt in our hearts, blood on our hands