So close your eyes and hear a thousand clouds breaking from sleep and rising to an angry light. Take my hand in the dark of the nighttide when the storm is roaring; save yourself and me as well.
The strings attached to her limbs hang loose. Cheeks rouged, and lips painted crimson. The silence creeps in on the shoulder of darkness, and all the while she lays frozen.
I swallow your heart and you make me spit it up again. I swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth. You swallow my heart and flee, but I want it back now, baby. I want it back.
I’ll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting, walking around with this bullet inside me ‘cause I couldn't make you love me and I’m tired of pulling your teeth.
