Move into the grave that bares your name.
My high is creeping, but is it set in stone?
Were both wasted, but were not going anywhere like this.
(so well see right through) for me to walk face first into sliding glass for your pleasure.
All in the taste of salt on your neck.
(now I) choke on the urge of taking it back (till Im) spilling the blood that rests on my tounge.
(dreaming) of holding your head, detached from the rest. this fuse left burning, but now were far too close.
To let the past stitch our wounds and seal our tears.
Lest sick from the guild you spread.
Lust sick in this momen. we wont believe in anything

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