Come down on me, my sweet angel | |
Poison milk from that withering breast | |
Come down on me, my sweet angel | |
Poison milk from that withering breast | |
Your mask is drifting | |
See what writhes beneath | |
Porcelain grin is cracking, incest to uncoil | |
Your laugh spreads yawning, black hole formation | |
Drown and the first real breath takes hold | |
Washed in a chill so peaceful, sink further | |
Hold his hand and crush it | |
The depth of the chasm is infinite | |
Discover bliss and serenity in drowning |