Circa Survive - Lustration lyrics
[Circa Survive - Lustration lyrics]
Fed by hand and caught with force our bed
Sweet death will foreclose
On everybody's tongues
She'll freeze and break your heart
My love who's left to console the choir
I don't want to be the one
I don't want to be the anchor on your chest
Unkept have you ever been asleep?
I was only keeping up to see you weep, unfold
Inside the catacomb
The marble's colder than ice
Our match is damp, lit with a separate hand
I see into your world
You make no effort to hide the tourniquet
Candles in a salt ring will dance
You don't have to repent tonight at all
Tongues will freeze and break apart
My god who's left to concede the cross
I don't want to be the one
I don't want to see the moment you forget
Unfed in the sharpening of teeth
You will have to feel the
Grit of the concrete vibrate
Beneath your fingernails
They'll find small pieces of stone
You'll face the sun
Cut with the pressure point
Inside the catacomb
The marble's colder than ice
Our match is damp, lit with a separate hand
I see into your world
You make no effort to hide the tourniquet
Candles in a salt ring will dance
You don't have to repent tonight
Stargaze in the moonlight, we'll burn
You don't have to defend the light at all
My love who’s left to cross
Inside the passageway
My god who’s left to hold
Inside your precious stare
Sweet death will foreclose
On everybody's tongues
She'll freeze and break your heart
My love who's left to console the choir
I don't want to be the one
I don't want to be the anchor on your chest
Unkept have you ever been asleep?
I was only keeping up to see you weep, unfold
Inside the catacomb
The marble's colder than ice
Our match is damp, lit with a separate hand
I see into your world
You make no effort to hide the tourniquet
Candles in a salt ring will dance
You don't have to repent tonight at all
Tongues will freeze and break apart
My god who's left to concede the cross
I don't want to be the one
I don't want to see the moment you forget
Unfed in the sharpening of teeth
You will have to feel the
Grit of the concrete vibrate
Beneath your fingernails
They'll find small pieces of stone
You'll face the sun
Cut with the pressure point
Inside the catacomb
The marble's colder than ice
Our match is damp, lit with a separate hand
I see into your world
You make no effort to hide the tourniquet
Candles in a salt ring will dance
You don't have to repent tonight
Stargaze in the moonlight, we'll burn
You don't have to defend the light at all
My love who’s left to cross
Inside the passageway
My god who’s left to hold
Inside your precious stare