Summer Comes To Multiply

This plastic heart, it feels like hell
These things I've said, I'll mute myself
These ribbon eyes, I'll cut them out
A fluid verse, a life unshelved

Crush my skull
Crush my hope

What life do you have left?
What bridge do you have to burn?
I’ll lay crawling beneath
The weight of this mountain
I’ll die waiting for the blood
Of pain to come
This impeccable painting of crimson
This impeccable painting of malice

Judgement, judgement day
Hang yourself by the body
The body you once loved

What else do you have to desire?
What else do you have to burn?
A moth to flame, a head to shake
I’ll die waiting for the blood
Of pain to come
This impeccable painting of malice
This impeccable painting of crimson