Eiffel

And your holy ruin

Heavened and hallowed in breast and bough

Would be pressed on ladder rungs

I'll be caught less spineless if I surrender

So I'm caught in the golden gone

Castrated

Bold of relation

Separate me

If I surrender too soon

From under the diving bell

Hold me down there anyway

If I surrender too soon

From under the diving bell

Hold me down there anyway

Your hadal lune

Locked up in eighteenth stairs

Disintegrates in prayer

How long could this last?

How long must this last?

If I'm caught in the golden gone

Castrated

Bold of relation

Separate me

If I surrender too soon

From under the diving bell

Hold me down there anyway

If I surrender too soon

From under the diving bell

Hold me down there anyway