Creeping like frost   As slow as grave moss   Like drowning in dry oceans of bone dust   I taste the wreckage of crumbling faces   I know the pale thing in the darkest of places   I remember blood from the thighs of the mother   As everything is eaten by another   How much more must we bleed her   I cut their throats while they slept   I wept   I peel back my skull for you   Yes I do   Slow desolation like a funeral procession   The lovely one screams like she's caught between stations   I eat the razor, a mouthful of God's flesh   Sweating this blackness,   I am shitting this cold death   I remember blood from the thighs of the mother   As everything is eaten by another   How much more must we bleed her   I cut their throats while they slept   I wept   I peel back my skull for you   Yes I do   DEAD VENUS BLUE   Love is rotting on the vine   Crumbling in God's sunshine   I am dying all the time   Point me at the sky... sky   How much more must we bleed her   I cut their throats while they slept   I wept   I peel back my skull for you   Yes I do   DEAD VENUS BLUE   How much more must we bleed her   I cut their throats while they slept   I wept   I peel back my skull for you   Yes I do   DEAD VENUS BLUE   I taste the wreckage of crumbling faces   I know the pale thing in the darkest of places