corners cold and left rotting with your scent nothing here to do but disintegrate
two of us wrapped within 8 limbs but one of us will asphixiate guess its me
loyalty never escaped the surf or raised its royal mane charity crashed on the rocks and bled her sails away
i've got a body bag right here filled with the bones of hope and betrayal and i'd dig a shallow grave right now fill it with the pretty things you wear i'd build an abattoir right here comes with a casket built for two comes with the fix i need for me comes with a lovers tomb for you