The After Ides Project

Like a fist to my face your lips cut so deep
Give it all up for the egoistical greed
Selevate on the temporary
High on your epicaricacy

This is your fall
A self inflicted, tragedy
The imbalance in your harmony
I taste your breath a bitter breeze
Your perfidious deed
A kiss on the cheek

Spit at the air until your knuckles bleed
Swear at the space that's between
You've inhaled the rebellion
And turned on me

This is your fall
A self inflicted tragedy
The imbalance in your harmony
I taste your breath the bitter breeze
Your perfidious deed
A kiss on the cheek

Betrayal

This is the fall
From the depth of iniquity
The imbalance in your harmony
I taste your breath the bitter breeze
Your perfidious deed

A kiss on the cheek.