The Crossfire Gambit
ANDREW WELCH, ANDREW ALBERT SCHWAB, RYAN MARTIN
Descend
I might
Decide to indulge in perversion
I ask
Will you
Still bathe me in crimson?
Obey
My covering in penitence
Obey
When faith it deserts me
I’m covered over in red and it’s a colour that suits me
Guilty hands and guilty eyes Kill
Conviction
Is seared
My conscience is distant and
Weakened
But still
It’s seventy times seven
The fire
That burns
Twice as bright
Burns half as long