Thy Art Is Murder
Anathema
Love has no home
In the arms of a ghost
Love has no home
In the arms of a ghost

Who do you see in broken mirror shards?
A fractured image of a sickened shell
Irreparable eternal scars
Isolation now the cross I bear

Shaped by shame, sharpened through years
Rejection, longing to disappear
In all its ugliness
The better man is buried here

Love has no home
In the arms of a ghost
Love has no home
In the arms of a ghost

Bloodless hands
Once warm with the pulsе of another
Lifeless to thе touch
Distance, the death of us

I have given all that I can give
I have walked beyond the lightless path
I have banished all that I hold dear
I have taken what I can't take back
Carve
Pieces
Flesh
Frail, weakened

I offer you only emptiness
I offer you only emptiness

I have begged for but a shred of peace
I have suffered through this troubled past
I have witnessed what I cannot have
I have given what I can't get back

Anathema, crownless king of woe
Bestowed onto this body
Reap what this life has sowed

Carved to pieces
The flesh frail, weakened
Reap what this life has sowed

Who do you see in broken mirror shards?
A fractured image of a sickened shell
Irreparable eternal scars
Isolation now the cross I bear
Love has no home
In the arms of a ghost
Love has no home
In the arms of a ghost

I offer you only emptiness
I offer you only emptiness