Lustration

Fed by hand and caught with force Our bed, sweet death will foreclose on everybody's tongues She'll freeze and break your heart My love who's left to console the choir I don't want to be the one I don't want to be the anchor on your chest Unkept Have you ever been asleep I was only keeping up to see you weep Unfold Inside the catacomb The marbles colder than ice Our match is damp Lit with a separate hand I see into your world You make no effort to hide The tourniquet Candles in a salt ring will dance You don't have to repent tonight at all Tongues will freeze and break apart My god who's left to concede the cross I don't want to be the one I don't want to see the moment you forget Unfed In the sharpening of teeth You will have to feel the grit of the concrete vibrate Beneath your fingernails they'll find small pieces of stone You'll face the sun Cut with the pressure point Inside the catacomb The marbles colder than ice Our match is damp Lit with a separate hand I see into your world You make no effort to hide The tourniquet Candles in a salt ring will dance You don't have to repent tonight at all My love who’s left to cross inside the passageway My god who’s left to hold inside your precious stare