creeping like frost
as slow as grave moss
like drowning in dry oceans
of bone dust
i taste the wreckage
of [bad word] 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
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

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 [bad word] this cold death

i remember blood
from the thighs of the mother
as everything
is eaten by another
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

love is rotting on the vine [bad word] 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 [bad word] faces
i know the pale thing
in the darkest of places