Measure the cornea, tighten the ties
Track marks are growing to feed the forlorn
Shadows on skin and behind all the eyes
Canines are showing but what are they for?
Speak the words and leave me a thrall
Cut the rope, I need to fall
Swelling these cataracts
Leeching the stems
Yet survives
Won't the stars come out
And play another sorry melody
As I think of all the ways you could be mine
Won't the stars come out
And play another sorry melody
As I start to lose control
Thoughts run in crimson and cut into cries
Showing where blood in the circuit runs cold
Space in the theatre and something's inside
Cut out the wicked with a well-placed hole
Speak the words and leave me a thrall
Cut the rope, I need to fall
Swelling these cataracts
Leeching the stems
Yet survives
Won't the stars come out
And play another sorry melody
As I think of all the ways you could be mine
Won't the stars come out
And play another sorry melody
As I start to lose control
Track marks are growing to feed the forlorn
Shadows on skin and behind all the eyes
Canines are showing but what are they for?
Cut the rope, I need to fall
Swelling these cataracts
Leeching the stems
Yet survives
And play another sorry melody
As I think of all the ways you could be mine
Won't the stars come out
And play another sorry melody
As I start to lose control
Showing where blood in the circuit runs cold
Space in the theatre and something's inside
Speak the words and leave me a thrall
Cut the rope, I need to fall
Swelling these cataracts
Leeching the stems
Yet survives
And play another sorry melody
As I think of all the ways you could be mine
Won't the stars come out
And play another sorry melody
As I start to lose control
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