Vapid, insipid
Sweltering message of heavens below
There's ghosts in the blood
Ear-splitting silence, intestinal violence
Swirling in memoirs of discarded doves
Kill me love
Is this the voice beyond?
Somber in lust
"Can't you feel your mother cry?"
(You did this, you did this)
(You did this, you did this)
(You did this, you did this)
(You did this, you did this)
(You did this)
Go to the well for you
Carry all you need
And repeat, repeat, repeat
Wash your cloth of me
Undress your sheep
Smother me, smother me
There's ghosts in the blood
Black magick sun
Raise the curtain and become
Become
(Go to the well for you)
(Carry all you need)
(And repeat, repeat, repeat)
(Wash your cloth of me)
(Undress your sheep)
(Smother me, smother me)
Go to the well for you
Carry all you need
And repeat, repeat, repeat
Wash your cloth of me
Undress your sheep
Smother me
Drenched in your alchemy
