in the gloom mist morning a bag of wasted hue.
my throat it closes tighter better to keep shut than use.
but why if you [bad word] than maybe something would happen with us.

give in if its a sin. i dont want to be the saint to save you.
pull through lie here with me. cocoon and grow empty.
 [bad word] to claim the screaming. watch them beg for flesh.
you dance for edge and dreaming, but leave the [bad word] to rest.
then why does it kill to fold into a tangle vessel of lies? despite...

i give in, if its a sin i dont want to be the saint to save you.
pull through lie here with me. cocoon and grew empty.

give unto me, love leave impress.
do unto me.
give unto me, love leave impress.
give unto me... do unto me...