Corners cold and left
Rotting with your scent
Nothing here to do
But disintegrate again
Corners cold and left
Rotting with your scent
Nothing here to do
But disintegrate again
The two of us wrapped within 8 limbs
But one of us will asphixiate
I guess it's me
Loyalty never escaped the surf
Or raised its royal mane
Charity crashed on the rocks
And bled her sails away
I've got a body bag right here
Filled with the bones of hope and betrayal
And I'd dig a shallow grave right now
Fill it with the pretty things you wear
I'd build an abattoir right here
Comes with a casket built for two
Comes with the fix I need for me
Comes with a lovers tomb for you
Comes with the fix I need for me
Comes with a lovers tomb for you
For you

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