Redeem The Exile - Friendly Fire 2011

You Promised instant pleasure at the cost of torture,
Eclipsed in self delusion, Cannibals rise to feed.
You thought this was and escape, this is an expressway,
To what you can't avoid.
In time you'll come to taste blood, kill your wounded
Your gossip is a cancer, your words spell murderer

I drank your destruction as you drank my poison,
This is my confession of my desolation.

We fall down this staircase, you dig my shallow grave,
As scandal now defines us, we murder our mothers and our fathers.

Death by friendly fire
We are cannibal Christians
Hate is the murderer

I speak with venom, I speak with poison
Words are what we believe in, and it's how we use them
Hiding our scarlet letters by revealing yours
Dismantling our lives