Can’t let my lover go, there’s pieces of you deep
as [bad word] & seraphim swarm 
I’ll call this my love song ,
While [bad word] and seraphim scorn
 [bad word] 
It’s cold my love? [bad word] this
Cold the love, don’t you feel this?
Dull the love, [bad word] this
Can’t breathe I’m bloodless now

Candescent flowers burn and light death in my eyes
Can’t be the heart she lost, no wants, no radiance, gone
And as reverence turns, she leaves the staling boy, to mix
New flesh with flesh and turn our souls till down

Churn our souls tonight
We’re dead souls tonight
Rest our souls tonight

[Amor, Amor, Love, Amor, Amor]

[Now want to say it or deny it won’t you it’s enough
Its cold enough, we’ve no feeling, the coldest blow
No, it’s no good, never enough.]