Fed by hand and caught with force

Our bed, sweet death will foreclose on everybody's tongues

She'll freeze and break your heart

My love, who's left to console the choir?

I don't wanna be the one

I don't wanna be the anchor on your chest, unkept

Have you ever been asleep?

I was only keepin' up to see you weep, unfold

Inside the catacomb, the marble's colder than ice

Our match is damp, lit with a separate hand

I see into your world, you make no effort to hide the tourniquet

Candles in a salt ring will dance, you don't have to repent tonight at all

Tongues will freeze and break apart

My God, who's left to concede the cross?

I don't wanna be the one

I don't wanna see the moment you forget, unfed

In the sharpening of teeth

You will have to feel the grit of the concrete, vibrate

Beneath your fingernails

They'll find small pieces of stone

You'll face the sun

Cut with the pressure point

Inside the catacomb, the marble's colder than ice

Our match is damp, lit with a separate hand

I see into your world, you make no effort to hide the tourniquet

Candles in a salt ring will dance, you don't have to repent tonight

Stargaze in the moonlight, we'll burn

You don't have to defend the light at all

My love, who's left to cross

Inside the passageway?

My God, who's left to hold

Inside your precious stare?