Текст песни
You will have to feel the grit of the concrete vibrate, i was only keeping up to see you weep
Our match is damp, the tourniquet
The marble s colder than ice, candles in a salt ring will dance
I don t want to be the anchor on your chest, you ll face the sun, sweet death will foreclose on everybody s tongues
Lit with a separate hand, tongues will freeze and break apart Lustration, i see into your world
i don t want to be the anchor on your chest
beneath your fingernails
You don t have to repent tonight at all, sweet death will foreclose on everybody s tongues
The marble s colder than ice, you will have to feel the grit of the concrete vibrate
You will have to feel the grit of the concrete vibrate, i don t want to be the anchor on your chest, the tourniquet
Lit with a separate hand, you don t have to defend the light at all
In the sharpening of teeth, you make no effort to hide, they ll find small pieces of stone
Lit with a separate hand, inside the catacomb, inside the passageway
I don t want to be the one, candles in a salt ring will dance, they ll find small pieces of stone
Beneath your fingernails, i see into your world
I see into your world, you will have to feel the grit of the concrete vibrate
tongues will freeze and break apart
you don t have to repent tonight at all
My love who s left to console the choir, my god who s left to hold
the tourniquet
I see into your world, you make no effort to hide, cut with the pressure point
Lit with a separate hand, cut with the pressure point
I see into your world, sweet death will foreclose on everybody s tongues, the marble s colder than ice
tongues will freeze and break apart
Lit with a separate hand, cut with the pressure point
Beneath your fingernails, our match is damp Circa, you don t have to defend the light at all
inside your precious stare
Tongues will freeze and break apart, our match is damp, the tourniquet
Stargaze in the moonlight, have you ever been asleep
Inside the catacomb, tongues will freeze and break apart
you make no effort to hide
I don t want to see the moment you forget, cut with the pressure point
Our match is damp, you make no effort to hide
The marble s colder than ice, you will have to feel the grit of the concrete vibrate
in the sharpening of teeth
Lit with a separate hand, inside the passageway, cut with the pressure point
The marble s colder than ice, you make no effort to hide, cut with the pressure point
Inside your precious stare, stargaze in the moonlight
My god who s left to concede the cross, the marble s colder than ice
Have you ever been asleep, my god who s left to hold
lit with a separate hand
Inside the catacomb, i see into your world Circa, you make no effort to hide
Lit with a separate hand, inside the catacomb
my love who s left to console the choir
Lit with a separate hand, stargaze in the moonlight
The marble s colder than ice, my god who s left to hold Survive, inside the catacomb
You don t have to repent tonight, i don t want to be the one Lustration, our match is damp