Her Words Grow Thin

Quiet and Greedy
I i'd devour your WILL
This Yearning for you...
FROM the Silence i shall Steal...
Over My Lustful
Shadows Shall I Fly
Like a thirsty Raven
diving into your Fears..

CHORUS:
Be mine...be
be mine..
mine

Mine... be mine

She be standing
Sore and sublime
on the Verge of your Navel
wiping away the tears
the sweat on her lips
while her words grow THIN..
and whispers to this Velvet Hole
The Desire Of Her wounded Skin...

CHORUS:
Be mine, be
Be mine
mine

Die on me...die on me....