Lyrics:

Sprawled out over the windfall
of this, the bloated, browning month
Apple bruises on my thighs
And the flush from your yawning smile

Fasten your teeth on my soul
And we shall roll and flow for evermore

You in your cotton dress
You in your innocence
Life screams its fury from your eyes
All jaded and alive

My feet are in the water
Waiting for the tide to come
The whisper in the corner
Does its best to make me numb
My ear to your cage,
Your pulse in my hand,
Eyeing up the child,
Fingering the dead.
Swallowing your flow,
Your teeth on my neck,
Coil me full of hate
And bend me out of shape

Death is just down the hallway
When I fall I hear him ask
How many rooms
have you entered?
How many rooms
have you passed?

How much darker does it get?