Love remains,
the tears [bad word] to stain
the evolution of our pain

Predicate the ending of our age
time is still yet pain remains.

Carry on from love so the priest will [bad word] 
You’re the cure for all of my sins.

The killer’s eyes, like love beyond divine
the distant feel of time’s desire.

I rise to fall, and fall to rise above
when time is still the pain begins.

Carry on from love so the priest will [bad word] 
You’re the cure for all of my sins.
The fault inside her heart can only tear apart
Oh the cure they name as a sin.