Lustration Circa Survive

[Verse 1]
Fed by hand and caught with force
Our bed, sweet death will foreclose on everybody's tongues
She'll freeze and break your heart
My love who's left to console the choir

[Pre-Chorus]
I don't want to be the one
I don't want to be the anchor on your chest, unkept
Have you ever been asleep?
I was only keeping up to see you weep, unfold

[Chorus]
Inside the catacomb, the marble's colder than ice
Our match is damp, lit with a separate hand
I see into your world, you make no effort to hide
The tourniquet, candles in a salt ring will dance
You don't have to repent tonight at all

[Verse 2]
Tongues will freeze and break apart
My god who's left to concede the cross

[Pre-Chorus]
I don't want to be the one
I don't want to see the moment you forget, unfed
In the sharpening of teeth
You will have to feel the grit of the concrete vibrate