Give me this before I slip, before I sink, because I think I may have found the short way down. Just give me something. Something’s cold and clear – the love spent here, as I had feared, means nothing dear. I pray to reason I’ll forget. I’ll trade what’s left.
Just give me something. I’m the devout, praying just to get the blood out, bound by this flesh I own. I’m the devout, cutting just to get the blood out. Desecrate til we die alone.
I will defy the pulse disguise but please pretend we’re still alive if it gives you hope. I sung and drowned. I’m taking the short way down.
Give me something I can take to make the memories fade. Poison kiss, remember this, I was never meant for this day.
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