This plastic heart, it feels like hell
These things I've said, I'll mute myself
These ribbon eyes, I'll cut them out
A fluid verse, a life unshelved
Crush my skull
Crush my hope
What life do you have left?
What bridge do you have to burn?
I’ll lay crawling beneath
The weight of this mountain
I’ll die waiting for the blood
Of pain to come
This impeccable painting of crimson
This impeccable painting of malice
Judgement, judgement day
Hang yourself by the body
The body you once loved
What else do you have to desire?
What else do you have to burn?
A moth to flame, a head to shake
I’ll die waiting for the blood
Of pain to come
This impeccable painting of malice
This impeccable painting of crimson
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