Marionette The Flood
and in the gutter lies moldy hearts
among the rats and dirty shards they rot
make me burn, purify, make me burn, purify
cut the skin and shatter me
make me slip, purify, make me slip, purify
until no one waits for me
her blood thunders inside my skull
she is the flood
and she laughs at all that remains
while I'm drowning in my shame
make me burn, purify, make me burn, purify
cut the skin and shatter me
make me slip, purify, make me slip, purify
until no one waits for me
out of the past
comes the storms
like a whip, like a leash, like a map of scars and skin
from below, from beneath screams a thousand memories
her blood thunders inside my skull
she is the flood
and she laughs at all that remains
while I'm drowning in my shame
ashes of days and the ghost of an embrace
I can hear her dancing now, on top of my grave
ashes of nights and the words of innocence
they sound so much brighter now, spoken by the dead
