Sacrum - The Ones Without a Name

DO YOU REMEMBER ME MY STAINED GLASSLIKE VISION?
DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU ARE FROM? A NIGHTMARE APPARITION
THERE IS NO PLACE FOR LOVE, THERE IS NO PLACE FOR SYMPATHY
I ONLY OWE YOU NOTHING, I ONLY OWE YOU KISS, A BITTERSWEET KISS

THIS AIN'T THE FIRST TIME AND WON'T BE THE LAST
THAT I'M TRYING HARD TO FORGET ABOUT THE DEMONS OF THE PAST
THE WORLD'S CRUEL BEAUTY IS THE CRITERIA OF THE MAN
CRIME OF PASSION IS STILL A CRIME, AN OFFENDER BEING WORTH NOT A DIME

DO YOU RECALL THE SMELL OF THE TIME OF SAFETY AND WARMTH?
DO YOU HAVE IN MIND THE TOUCH OF DEATH'S HAND COLD?
THERE IS NO PLACE FOR MEMORY, THERE IS NO PLACE FOR REST
I ONLY OWE YOU NOTHING, I ONLY OWE YOU KISS, A BITTERSWEET KISS

THIS WAS THE FIRST TIME AND I'M SURE IT WILL BE THE LAST
THAT I'M FEELING THIS WAY, NOW I'M KILLING OFF THE PAST
INSIDIOUS EMOTION GROWING FOR YEARS AND YEARS
PALE LOOK, COLD HAND, WE'RE THE ONES WITHOUT A NAME