Venus Blue

Creeping like frost
 As slow as grave moss
 Like drowning in dry oceans of bone dust
 I taste the wreckage of crumbling faces
 I know the pale thing in the darkest of places
 I remember blood from the thighs of the mother
 As everything is eaten by another
 How much more must we bleed her
 I cut their throats while they slept
 I wept
 I peel back my skull for you
 Yes I do
 Slow desolation like a funeral procession
 The lovely one screams like she's caught between stations
 I eat the razor, a mouthful of God's flesh
 Sweating this blackness,
 I am shitting this cold death
 I remember blood from the thighs of the mother
 As everything is eaten by another
 How much more must we bleed her
 I cut their throats while they slept
 I wept
 I peel back my skull for you
 Yes I do
 DEAD VENUS BLUE
 Love is rotting on the vine
 Crumbling in God's sunshine
 I am dying all the time
 Point me at the sky... sky
 How much more must we bleed her
 I cut their throats while they slept
 I wept
 I peel back my skull for you
 Yes I do
 DEAD VENUS BLUE
 How much more must we bleed her
 I cut their throats while they slept
 I wept
 I peel back my skull for you
 Yes I do
 DEAD VENUS BLUE
 I taste the wreckage of crumbling faces
 I know the pale thing in the darkest of places