Fineshrine Purity Ring

[Intro]
Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
The lungs of me be under, under you

[Verse 1]
I'll cut the soft pockets, let bleed
Over the rocky cliffs that you leave
To peer over and not forget what feet are
Splitting threads of thunder over me

[Pre-Chorus]
That I might see with my chest and sink
Into the edges round you
Into the lakes and quarries that brink
On all the edges round you, round you, round you

[Chorus]
Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
The lungs of me be crowns over you
Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
The lungs of me be under, under you