Lycia Persephone
Sugar sweet, pressing lips to taste defeat
Something divine, something divine
Fingers reaching through the air
Twisting tongues and pulling hair
Cross the line, crushing the line
Catching the corpse before she falls
Watching her crack apart the china doll
Shatter the time, shatter the time
Bleeding through her milky skin
Flesh is torn and stretched from sin
Enemy mine, enemy mine
Smelling the sickness, swelling the veins
Blacken the sun and blacking the days
Climbing the sky, climbing the sky
You think i'm weak
