Close the doors... if you want to seen her breathing again Blur the days... sleeping is just not an option How come every time I walk, you crawl? Then
With qualms that I speak of the wrists I have cut By flooding the tubs where the warmth held below The lockets believe that the secret of love Has caught
How much do you make in that death factory Severance hold in the chamber of revolvers Empty jails fall from my scalp shaped the glove and let me out
When the earth let you go when the verdict is vermin By the fork in my tongue when you run out of sermon When sooner or later is still not enough What
Do you remember how you wore that dress? It slipped my sight beneath the eye glint Do you remember what you said to me? What course has given you the
When sanskrit was my mother tongue Scarabs filled my pillow Tarmac strips to pave for them And thrones from which to teach And in that pulse the future
Just don't know the layman's terms to call the mess you bleed Crawls beneath the surface sought blood through a family tree The date's been changed
I'm bolted from within from long conniving heights The hale, it makes a special sound that always stays into the night She tells me I'm not capable
wait In your landfill days these are desperate graves Give me the alter, red will shine This pendulum won't wait If I slay your spirits with twin current volts
Close the doors If you want to see her breathing again Blur the days Sleeping is just not an option How come every time I walk, you crawl? Then you cut
Do you remember how you wore that dress? It slit my sight beneath the eyelids Do you remember what you said to me? What course has given you the right
When the earth let you go, when the verdict is vermin By the fork in my tongue, when you run out of sermon When sooner or later is still not enough What
I just don't know the layman's terms To call the mess you breed What thaws beneath this surface Soils blood to your family tree The dates they change
I'm bolted from within from long conniving heights The hail, it makes a special sound that always stays into the night She tells me I'm not capable of
How much do you make in that death factory? Severance owed in the chamber of revolvers Empty jails fall from my scalp, shake the globe and let me out
When Sanskrit brought my mother tongue Scarabs filled the pillow Comic strips to pay for them Fools from which to teach And in that pulse the future
: When the earth let you go when the verdict is vermin By the fork in my tongue when you run out of sermon When sooner or later is still not enough
: When sanskrit was my mother tongue Scarabs filled my pillow Tarmac strips to pave for them And thrones from which to teach And in that pulse the future
