Charlotte Light and Dark - Channard | Текст песни

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• Charlotte Light and Dark
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(ordered gash. configured lament)
take away my body,
seeking pleasure in question
"jesus wept" he said, but there were no tears for me.
there is no north on this moral compass, no hidden world for us to see. just what slips through the cracks of perfection.

(ordered gash. configured lament)
gift of the giver who took it all
flowing physical poetry up river
prose hanging from the walls
existence never looked so pretty soaked in blood and accepting denial is the only thread of humanity we'll ever have.

(hellbound hearts, timeless lovers)
bestow geometry upon my wasted flesh
and give it all new meaning,
read the words of the skin any way it pleases
and tell a story that lasts eternally
punctuating images with meat torn from bones,
frayed nerves and a cold cold heart

(hellbound hearts, timeless lovers)
lacerations leave their precious marks
like famous lovers through the ages
their scars travel from their finger tips to kiss
the air and every surface nailed to flesh and wood
and is tender in it's disregard for closure, distant. loveless.

without past
no context for torment,
for conquered skin,
or warmth on their breath

what is your pleasure sir, what?
the box the box the box
take it, it's yours
it always was.

strewn red and sinew,
slid from the walls down to your thigh
no conscience was clear
a price clouded, but fear
fear as fear as fear as
absolute adrenaline

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