AFI - Cold Hands

How I regret what I must do
But you've left me no choice
Though I still strain
I can't recall the beauty of your fey voice

Now that I've heard come through the walls
A song I've heard many times I must return
All you gave me in the company of swine
We had found sacred ground you burnt down

I thought you sang to tastefully
But now I see I was wrong
Your serenade turns to filth when I leave
So, please, cut the love song

How I regret what I must do
But you must be replaced
For I cannot go on suffering
Such simple and common tastes
When you met my eyes you sang to me of passion
Pain and will
When I blinked you turned away
To kiss the hand of filth
You had found sacred ground I'll burn down

Tell me who will hear your voice
Your song, when the smoke has cleared
And the lights are gone?
Tell me, who appears when I'm gone