| Let's fall apart together now | |
| Zipping Cupid in a body bag well worn | |
| next to the mausoleum he was born in | |
| picking up the pieces of this gory glory of it all | |
| from eve to morn for Eve to mourn | |
| Have no fear | |
| there are wounds that are not meant to heal | |
| and they sing in venere veritas | |
| come inside, let the fire burn you alive | |
| and sing, baby sing, there are wounds that are not meant to heal at all | |
| in venere veritas | |
| Let's fall apart together now | |
| There is a method to our sadness | |
| as we drag the mirror ball and chain | |
| through the twilight again | |
| dressed up in shame | |
| Have no fear | |
| there are wounds that are not meant to heal | |
| and they sing in venere veritas | |
| come inside, let the fire burn you alive | |
| and sing, baby sing, there are wounds that are not meant to heal at all | |
| in venere veritas | |
| We are begging for a reflection from an unshuttered heart | |
| to blind and chase us over the edge | |
| Have no fear | |
| there are wounds that are not meant to heal | |
| and they sing in venere veritas | |
| come inside, let the fire burn you alive | |
| and sing, baby sing, there are wounds that are not meant to heal at all | |
| in venere veritas | |
| these are the wounds that are not meant to heal at all | |
| Let's fall apart together now | |
| Let's fall apart together now. |