Divine Heresy

Open up the door to our room
Lined with darkness
A broken man sits and waits
As the razor separates the skin
He bleeds out the sin but the wounds heal
What was drained out grows back again
Skin so white
Pull back the porcelain to reveal the flesh
Forever, darkness
You will not make it through this night again
Stains on his hands
Left from all the poison bled within
Collecting at his feet