my heavy head sinks below
fallen from grace
in rivets and morgue, we're mad, nothing more
this collection of cuttings
as old as the skyline
melted together in pine of refinement
pull me out of the gutter
we'll kick you back down

today wandering streets
I'm just as drunk as the guy who can't stand on his feet
they're casting a spell
I can feel it now, oh, how wonderful
I can still feel it now
electrify my life, darling wrote me a song
these lanterns light fires that summon me nearer
cast out, not a chance
lifted spirits in her witch dance
all those beads on the ground
beckon touch from afar

you're my merry morgue
housing death in your walls
saving Heaven for the demons desiring Hell
red as an apple
white as a ghost
clear as the night moon's reflection on her face

ritual, master, come set your slave free
believe in a burden
believing in me
your grave is reserved
for the day that you'll keel
killed in jealousy and madness
sweet treat for us all
there's no light in dark corners
for your leisurely read
the hearty black aria swims fully ablaze

your heart bleeds for me
your eyes drunk with lust
carry a deadening heartache
on the back of your craft -