There was a frail syrup dripping off his lap danced lapel   punctuated by her decrepit prowl   she washed down the hatching   Gizzard soft as a mane of needles   His orifice icicles hemorrhaged   By combing her torso to a pile   Perspired the trophy shelves made room for his collapse   She was a mink handjob in sarcophagus heels...      Bring me to my knees   Read the sharpened lines   All my arms   Bled me blind      Faucet leaks in shadows   Spilling from morgue lancet   Caressed your fontanelle      I've sworn to kill   Every last one   Every last one      Panic in the shakes of the wounded   Panic in the worms   Onto the floor   And out of your mouth   Out of your eyelids      No there's no light   In the darkest of your furthest reaches   No there's no light   In the darkest of your furthest reaches      All your dreams   splintered off   Leech by leech   On this catafalque      Anyone will tell you   Yes anyone   Chance had me setting a trip wire alarm      Your mother flirted with disease   When she skinned that costume   by it's navel strings      Panic in the shakes of the wounded   Panic in the worms   Onto the floor   And out of your mouth   Out of your eyelids      No there's no light   In the darkest of your furthest reaches   No there's no light   In the darkest of your furthest reaches   No there's no light   In the darkest of your furthest reaches   No there's no light   In the darkest of your furthest reaches