I know it\'s late, and I know
I know I should be going home, but I\'m fine
Fine here, dying with you
The world has lost its beauty
And my angel numbers don\'t talk to me
You can\'t console me, the music doesn\'t sound the same
My brain doesn\'t feel the same, and I\'m scared
You\'re eating at my sinew like you want my flesh
So white in your mouth, I cry but I\'m lost in translation
A scarlet letter for every hostile reward, growing impatient
I fall at his scent and inhale his breath
Cut me open with your words and I admire you
I admire you like the beauty of a corpse
Fertile push of virus, this unwinding genocide
Thief of thoughts putting thorns in my side
But you always flee the scene and you unwind
Disfigured by your dysmorphia, I\'m not the one to blame
But you chastise me like you\'re the master and I\'m your slave
Onwards but I\'m never going home, you\'re thinking backwards
Retracing your steps along this forgotten path
I kiss a fat Buddha and the cherry on my lips is yours
Ashes when they disintegrate, I chip away at the mantlepiece
I left my pride there, so cold on that night I kissed your salty wounds
Unpure soul wandering
My violent youth was for the taking and now sinning is liberation
Inject me in your veins, objectified, imperfect bodies sexualized
Rape in a perverted mind, the magic of unprotected bliss
In this dark romance, spilling out of ourselves
My lungs are begging for air, the crisp pale ash of winter
But I never stray too far, I\'m chained to the fear I\'m losing you
Losing you to time.