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I'm lost in my mind's heart
I am taken by your entity
I lost it from the start
My heart beats in your essence
It's echoing in my head
My heart beats in the distance
It's echoing in my head
I am haunted by serenity
I offer my mind and heart
I am taken by your entity
I lost it from the start
My heart beats in the distance
It's echoing in my head
It beats in the distance
My mind, it may be dead
You offer me serenity
You've given up your heart
You make me live in a fantasy
I should have known, from the start
My mind beats in the distance
It's echoing in my head
My mind beats in the distance
It's echoing in my head
You offer me serenity
You offer me serenity....
As slow as grave moss
Like drowning in dry oceans of bone dust
I taste the wreckage of crumbling faces
I know the pale thing in the darkest of places
I remember blood from the thighs of the mother
As everything is eaten by another
I cut their throats while they slept
I wept
I peel back my skull for you
Yes I do
Slow desolation like a funeral procession
The lovely one screams like she's caught between stations
I eat the razor, a mouthful of God's flesh
Sweating this blackness
I am ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ this cold death
I remember blood from the thighs of the mother
As everything is eaten by another
I cut their throats while they slept
I wept
I peel back my skull for you
Yes I do
Dead Venus blue
Love is rotting on the vine
Crumbling in God's sunshine
I am dying all the time
Point me at the sky... sky
How much more must we bleed her
I cut their throats while they slept
I wept
I peel back my skull for you
Yes I do
Dead venus blue
How much more must we bleed her
I cut their throats while they slept
I wept
I peel back my skull for you
Yes I do
Dead venus blue
I taste the wreckage of crumbling faces
I know the pale thing in the darkest of places
Were already in bed
And asleep
The wind
Blew in gusts
And shook the windows
At times the room would suddenly be lit
By moonbeams
The young man would thrash around while remembering
The stranger
No
It's not those treasures
No
It's the blue flower
That I'm dying to discover