Tryst
I'm attracted by the fabric of waste
Watching our souls as the bodies decay
And though some love remains
I'm attracted by this waste
Watching our souls as our bodies decay
Watching our souls as the bodies decay
This is a tryst this is discipline
The discipline of flies always takes me in
I'm attracted by the fabric of waste
Watching our souls as our bodies decay
Angels bleed easy
Angels breathe easy
Writer/s: Mike Fisher / Ray Riendeau / Scott Benzel / Stuart Kupers
