She is a saint

Her womb is a place of rejection

She washes her perfect skin quietly

And hates me for being real



Kill the lights 

Listen for noises 

To give you away

Sanctuary

Sanctuary

Sanctuary

I need a place where I can feel



"It's like we're all locked up in little cages.

The ceiling is closing in.

And the walls...

It's like walls are closing in.

Can't you feel that?"



I will turn my eyes away 

I will not turn into stone

No

More

Accuasations and lies



She's spreading her self

Flesh giving way to flesh



I watch her bones

I'm being eaten alive

Remove the eyes

Remove the eyes

Remove intentions and kill the lights



Her eyes are the blinding line of fire to where I stand

Her love is as cold as her desire and I'll never be free