It’s been thirteen seconds
Since you all last said 
I’ve [bad word] the apparition 
You predicted for my death 
You said that flirting brings 
You closer to the end
You can bait it to the water 
But you’ll never get the hint 
And like a stain of bricks goes 
Dancing by your head 
Plucked from an icebox 
Grafted on my skin

It’s been thirteen seconds
Since you all last said 
I’ve [bad word] the apparition 
You predicted for my death 
You said that flirting brings 
You closer to the end
You can bait it to the water 
but you’ll never get the hint 
and like a stain of bricks goes 
Dancing by your head 
Plucked from an icebox 
Grafted on my skin

My coat has withered marks 
Mink hits the shovel fix 
Near the sway of pendulums 
Bore abrasions and a kiss
She said, “I’ll never let them hurt you 
I’ll never let them in"
What you took from me is mine 
What is mine I’ll never give

Mascara glass in the molar weeds
Her ash, a serpent infancy 
His eye patch pussed a gap of sand 
Into his shine a sedative 
More and more the dirt collects 
and you’ll never find her body now 
in a closet festered in a secret air 
Blonde underneath a blackened hair
and he never knew the colony 
Gestated in his bed 
Mingle with the carnivores 
you’ve something both [bad word] now 
Until one day, with his wasted breath 
Swollen throat and karma debt
Set foot inside a parlor
to find her [bad word] by receipts
to find her [bad word] by receipts
He held her by the ankles
Gutted at the nave
Yes gutted and depraved
He tied a rope around her legs 
and let her hang for seven days 

This never happened
but I saw you leave
and crawl into 
a bed of broken windows

This never happened
but I saw you leave
and crawl into 
a bed of broken windows

This never happened
but I saw you leave
and crawl into 
a bed of broken windows

This never happened