I hold loyalty only to the colors of rose and chrome.
Searching for the exact same model of new and old,
Name of no consequence,
I have no use for this,
I wish I’d never met you in all the hopeful bliss.

I am the guest of honor at my own feast of betrayal,
Held in your name as a sacrifice to the flames of love,
So tell me now how I am a saint sweet raven,
Sweet angel,
And wring out my soul for your gain,
And I’ll happily commit character assassination in your name.