Creeping like frost

As slow as grave moss

Like drowning in dry oceans of bone dust

I taste the wreckage of crumbling faces

I know the pale thing in the darkest of places

I remember blood from the thighs of the mother

As everything is eaten by another

How much more must we bleed her

I cut their throats while they slept

I wept

I peel back my skull for you

Yes I do

Slow desolation like a funeral procession

The lovely one screams like she's caught between stations

I eat the razor, a mouthful of God's flesh

Sweating this blackness,

I am shitting this cold death

I remember blood from the thighs of the mother

As everything is eaten by another

How much more must we bleed her

I cut their throats while they slept

I wept

I peel back my skull for you

Yes I do

DEAD VENUS BLUE

Love is rotting on the vine

Crumbling in God's sunshine

I am dying all the time

Point me at the sky... sky

How much more must we bleed her

I cut their throats while they slept

I wept

I peel back my skull for you

Yes I do

DEAD VENUS BLUE

How much more must we bleed her

I cut their throats while they slept

I wept

I peel back my skull for you

Yes I do

DEAD VENUS BLUE

I taste the wreckage of crumbling faces

I know the pale thing in the darkest of places