I lay awake stuck by this fickle thorn. I lay with you so they won't sink in their claws. I lay awake while the beasts and the whores are dancing in the
Fostering all my millstones. Bearing the fruit of embellishment. I'm seeing their false perception with my true perception, and he's my canary in their
This body is riddled with ailments. The devil's got me in his grip. Genuflect and skin me of this payment. "We share the same affliction, everybody's
My curse is alphabetic. Dianetic-Crucifix. Your curse is post-magnetic, now they suckle from your drip. Their curse is so pathetic, they're the real heretics
Now the time has come: Take my icy lungs away. Pull the teeth from my skull. Sheer my crown of its hair. The permafrost is near, but you won't let it
Make me vent at the knees. I've got a phantom lung- Better than the other. More like the broach you wore with apocryphal insignia. It was better left
My earthly womb in your monolith: You've got it sewn, bunching at my hips. [x4] I ventured to your city, to meet you at your throne. I'm stuck inside
Couldn't let you love me, had to put it in the soil. Buried it and gave you to the night. Didn't see it growing, then you wrapped me in its leaves just
Each sporadic time I see you, I get lost in your embrace, your embrace is just a greeting, but I hold you none the less It's all I have, and I'm dying
Couldn't let you love me. Couldn't let you
So you say you're alone! Well I don't think so... Yeahhh!! And so the saying goes, "we've been expecting you" Please tell me where do I begin? And I
Invisible is just a word. Gotta shake of the dust and the mold. Because I've got this feeling deep inside, and it's moving me. Oh, and it's burning me
Do you feel remorse for your sin? Even though you helped make the inscription And I saw the digits rise out of the corner of my eye Severely out of balance
We have never lived We have never even tried Come on now give that burden to me We have never lived We're just creeping all our days And you could feast
I?ll be a martyr for your indifference if you promise to line my tomb with trinkets There won?t be a resonating cry just an awkward formal dialogue between
It's in the way you're moving Why is it so unclear? It's in the way you move and we speak in tongues Maybe it's true what they say? That life is never
Awake to the cracking of bones To the scratching of throats Wake to every boy and girl Every heart that feels a swell It's oh so lovely when you look
A soothing lullaby for such a precious child And she find comfort in the melody But every night the tyrant sharpens his incisors And the mother lies,
