A Port in Any Storm

Fearful and numb, I now can accept Deceit and dependency are my preeminent assets Defined (Defined) A word etched in skin Sweet host (Sweet host) I'll feast within Oh, how one taste will haunt the senses and my dreams I fiend the touch of your flesh, a lust which brings us no end Dissolution quenched on fleeting hands, on fleeting hands Drowning myself in seas of compromise Fair ladies and harlots submerge with this sinking ship Black urge (Black urge) I swore to dismiss Your minions (Minions) Keeps on starving Oh, how one taste will haunt the senses and my dreams I fiend the touch of your flesh, a lust which brings us no end Dissolution quenched on fleeting hands One dip of impure blood has left a bitter taste Pending a lust which brings us closer to false heaven Oh, how one taste (One taste) Will haunt the senses and my dreams I fiend the touch of your flesh, a lust which brings us no end Dissolution quenched on fleeting hands, fleeting hands Oh, how one taste (One taste) Will haunt the senses and my dreams I fiend the touch of your flesh, a lust which brings us no end Dissolution quenched on fleeting hands, on fleeting hands