Testo The Infidel Terminal Bliss
You move slower now
You hide your face
You dress in black
Your touch is colder now
Like shards of ice upon my back
You hate life
All because of how you feel
I hide the knife
Your talk of suicides too real
I play the hero
I tried to be at six years old
But I canât save you
Even if I were twice as bold
Iâve tried to find a place
Iâve tried to keep my faith
Youâre afraid of everything
Even the shadows on the wall
You hate the slightest touch
Can you feel anything at all?
You wear a mask
You try to play your counterpart
You say youâre not a victim
But itâs written on your heart
I used to believe
But you made me the infidel
There is no heaven
But you showed me the way to hell