I plan to see you today
I plan to bury you, my friend

I'm guilty but not unclean, he's everywhere I go
Putting me on display
He wants me crawling from the inside
He wants me with a feral drive
I'm not all white

Sundays are for mourning
They're the stain of the week

He's a labyrinthine fix, he's everywhere I want to be
Mortifying me again
He's got a grip on my being purely obscene
All with a feral drive
I'm not all white

Sundays are for mourning
They're the stain of the week

Si me abres la jaula te lameré la mano
Sigues lastimándome y sigo gateando hacia ti

Where you are going nothing can hurt you, the light will welcome your aches
I speak the language of the stars and they say your wounds have closed long ago
That your worries will be shoved in a box to be burned when you’re ready to let go.
They’ll align in sevens in a heavenly arrangement only your eyes can see
With your soul cleansed in liquified star dust, finally reaching your highest form of being.

If you allow silence between the spaces
They’ll tell your story to the universe with every detail you’ve buried for all these years
And to the tune of your voice will it expand in peace, shifting the axes of spheres.
The skies will finally gleam in shimmering gold, the color of your eyes
Where I’ll be watching all the way from the rejuvenated earth as the galaxies and your animation harmonize

Nail me to your headboard
and tell me I disgust you
Nail me to your headboard
and nail me right there

Duele pisar la tierra
Estoy encadenada

If my tongue allows it I hope it isn't too late
I'm known for stopping before it escalates
Gestures in tender intent get me in trouble
I'll never know why so I'll continue to struggle

I'm running through the alleys chasing the thrill
'cause it's what I do best and what I do the worst
You'd think I'd learn my lesson well after all this time
But these ropes dig so deep they remind me why I never reach my prime

I'm doing everything unrehearsed