Wrapped in Wax

The flood surrounds you
Piercing eyes
Nobody loves you but they want you
(Right now)
This is erasure
As we pine
Assembled in rows for your choosing
(Lucky girl)
Uphold their morals
For a mile
Horizontal fading in the distance
(All the while)
You see the wilting, bleed the writing on the wall
This is a simple, lust for trusting, hand to hold
No we aren’t desperate, this is all we have to fall
Inherent murder of the crows funeral
You see the wilting, bleed the writing on the wall
This is a simple, lust for trusting, hand to hold
No we aren’t desperate, this is all we have to fall
Inherent murder of the crows funeral
You see the wilting, bleed the writing on the wall
This is a simple, lust for trusting, hand to hold
No we aren’t desperate, this is all we have to fall
Inherent murder of the crows funeral