Come into my room
He says
Do you wanna lie down on my gravebed?
Come into your room
You're choking on my bed
Snow is coming down
Feeling cymbals of wrath
And the snow is coming down
Do you like works
And the cymbals are crashing
Take off all your clothes she said
She said take off and take off all of your clothes
On my green bed
(?)
She is
What
Oh what do you like about that fear I say
Give me and give me that
And give me your
Give me your hand
You give me your hand
I said
I started to laugh
Because the look in there was funny
White and glowing like a story
And I thought about all the times
That I collected
She took my bones and licked on their marrow
And licked on their marrow
And licked on the marrow of bones