bring me up bring me up sacrifice me to someone
Deep trenches of yellow, of yellow and blue
buried my hands in my purple wound
So cataclysms, so catechism
so hanging by iron and wood for forgiveness
so what if i don't believe
what if it's all the lies that are the sins
so when can I be forgiven?
Giving in to wrench and the hammer
Thought I fixed that door yesterday
you heard all the clammer
So why is it still unhinged?
How did it break again so soon
This time I'll leave all the fixing to you
but the room has cleared, and dust has settled
and that image of bare bones collapsed in the puddle.
There is only question I've still left to say
If you love me then please try to stay
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