With qualms that I speak
of the wrists I have cut
By flooding the tubs

where the warmth held below

The lockets believe

that the secret of love
Has caught its own tail
and it just won't give up


When I breathe
the heavens can't hold me

And I can't believe anymore

The light breathes

the highest execution
Show me the wings I must cut


In your left of days
these are desperate graves


Give me the alter
let me shine
The pendulum won't wait

[x2]

If I slay your spirits

with twin covent vaults
That weakened your knees
in the pit of my palms


Dressed in the slurs
of bovine engines

To feast upon the carcass
of your mother


When I breathe
the heavens can't hold me
And I can't believe anymore


The light breathes
the highest execution

Show me the wings I must cut

In your left of days

these are desperate graves

Give me the alter

let me shine
The pendulum won't wait
[x2]


When I turn the dial
and leave the gas on

I'm the matchstick
that you'll never lose


These are the splinters
made from a single blade
I'm the matchstick

that you'll never lose

I'm like the key

that locks you in
I'm the matchstick
that you'll never lose


When you wear the burning
of all my ferns

I'm the matchstick
that you'll never lose


In your left of days
these are desperate graves


Give me the alter
let me shine
The pendulum won't wait
[x4]