She sets the mood into a glass.
This frozen tomb reveals our past.
She's full of lies diguised within
A corpse that cries. A promised ring...
She abuses me, but she does it casually.
She abandons me, but she does it gradually.
She sets the bone onto a flask.
Dissects the mood. Reveals a mask.
I burn my eyes to watch her dress.
I'd change the tide to hold this mess.
She abuses me... etc.
And I'm ten feet small.
She breaks no fall.
With no trust at all.
She saves the dirt from our disease.
This violent wound that never bleeds.
She screams in tongues; on me she feeds.
She abuses me... etc.