Perfidity Lyrics

You were always the quiet one
With strange ambition for oblivion
The b*** of the cold is always you to me
The smell of the quiet brings your taste to me
You were always the twisted one
Who drank your solace from everyone
For the strength of your hate
I loved your bitterness
For the blood in your soul
I loved your emptiness
We always wonder
why good things die
We cry them our poison and we
drink ourselves dry
And
cut flowers always die.