Betraying The Martyrs - Love Lost

Wash this blood from my hands
Today was the day that I slain a man
His name was love
And I loved him more than anything
Forgive me father for I have sinned
Forgive me my lost love
For I will never forgive myself

My mind is both plagued and blessed
By thoughts of your death
I rid myself of this possession my selfish sword
Of which I cut you with cut you deep cut you down

Love Lost, you find that one
And you'll lose it all not for a night of fun
But a night of regret now watch her run
Watch her run

I KNOW I WILL NEVER FORGIVE MYSELF
MY LOVE, MY LIFE, IS LOST FOREVER

I constructed a path for you to walk away
Built by hands of a lie with bricks of shame
Since the first one was laid there was no turning back
A construction of destruction, I am my own demise

I AM MY OWN DEMISE

Today was the day that I slain a man
He was my heart, I have killed myself
Wash this blood from my hands
There was never an option
I received what I deserved