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Clawed my way back to the first, struggling blindly
I m in an empty room, the eighth day Christian, like you i am tasting my heart for the first time
like you i am feeding on slumber
i m still drowning
Incisions cannot penetrate my feet, there s no sanity standing me back on my feet, hands held together with unwanted skin
I m still drowning, in gutter sleep-love
I m burning books from you, in houses of mud Christian, up for three days
there s no sanity standing me back on my feet
up for three days
Clawed my way back to the first, down for the count i m still drowning, the eighth day
I m still drowning, incisions cannot penetrate my feet Christian, born to slaughter-swathed gloves
In gutter sleep-love, the eighth day, there s no sanity standing me back on my feet
falling numbly
up for three days
i m burning books from you
Struggling blindly, like you i am tasting my heart for the first time, i m lost in bed with you
like you i am feeding on slumber
like you i am feeding on slumber
Hands held together with unwanted skin, up for three days, like you i am tasting my heart for the first time
Breaking these mirrors to end all i ve seen, like you i am feeding on slumber
Struggling blindly, hiding calling dumbly
Up for three days, i m burning books from you
In houses of mud, the eighth day, up for three days
like you i am broken and fragile
In houses of mud, down for the count i m still drowning, down for the count i m still drowning
I m still drowning, i m in an empty room
i m still drowning
Like you i ve left my eyes far behind me, hands held together with unwanted skin
There s no sanity standing me back on my feet, i m burning books from you
I m lost in bed with you, hiding calling dumbly Death, breaking these mirrors to end all i ve seen
I m lost in bed with you, i m lost in bed with you
like you i am feeding on slumber
like you i ve left my eyes far behind me
The eighth day, i m burning books from you
like you i am tasting my heart for the first time
Breaking these mirrors to end all i ve seen, i m burning books from you
No gentle fingers collapse on my eyes, there s no sanity standing me back on my feet, i m still drowning
falling numbly
The eighth day, i m lost in bed with you Christian, falling numbly