i wish i knew your secret
i wish i knew your form
i wish i had a way to keep from getting sore
of all these bloody mirrors
you whisper into my ear
they're never going far off, always thinking of skulls
when i was so much stronger i was pining for you
but now im weak and useless, nothing i can do
to make the pain go quicker
to make them reconsider
making me watch the litter
washed up trash and debris
whatever you want to do to me
god wont turn his head
wasted hours wont let go of me
hold me by the neck
i want your teary lashes whip me out of my rut
i want your dusty ashes, hope it isnt much
i want your pretty symptoms ive seen in cold museums
i want that mausoleum, Christian love in my throat
hold me by the neck

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