Desperate Graves

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
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
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