wade in where i used to dive
must be something in this sea
my fear see my hopes
fall like the temperature of her skin
standing ashore to get away
her hooks was trauma-cause faded like the sound
kerning away the space I found

STARK CUTS IN MY HALO
MY HEAT FELT NEW SKIN ONCE MORE
IT SLIT A HOLE
(IT TOOK MY SOUL)
(IT TOOK MY WHOLE)

CRIMSON LIPS ON A SHIV,
AND SOME SWEET WORDS: "JE´TAIME"
TOOK A TOP-SHELF PRIZE
AND A BACK DOOR RUN.

RE-LAPSED AND SET ASIDE
SUCH A **** CLICHÈ
I FALL IF I WANT TO FALL
NO MATTER WHAT I BREAK

STARK CUTS IN MY HALO
JE NE VEUX PAS VOUS AMIER

I water a wound that won't grow.
Hide away what people show.
All  my diamonds turned to coal.
When in Rome, I moved so slow.

Her infinite heart and sheds of rusted skins,
is flying in on concave wings.
Makes my clouds...
...just...
...drip away.
I believe all her lies...
I believe all she says...

The sequel to a sound goodbye.
Mapped dead ends and empty wells.

Syringe,
syringe,
syringe.

I love the way the concrete sing.

through these streets my pace is slow.
shimmering skies and aching snow.
curls my skin and fills my pores.
empty streets. ***** ******.

behind a vacuum of white walls I've built my purity.
empty as the sun burned out behind the blackest sea.
from her thickest shades I tripped and slowly lost the trail.
trembled with my ****** fears, my isolation's veil.