My lovely sin, give it to me
On paper worlds, my violent passion.
Waiting for, the moment of mansions.
My lovely fear, bring it to me.

I peel back your sacred pake-red flesh.
I die inside your eyes, the heavens cast me down.
The winds screams her shouts to me,
in the candle light your words cut through me.

Looking deep into your chasm
I rip the flesh from every nightmare.
Only there will you find my mind.
By the candle light your singing songs to me.

The idle sound of wandering footsteps.
The fear rises up to my eyes.
I catch the dark within my dreaming
I cast it down upon the servants.

In the morning they wake to sonnets
and burn them up to kiss the ask.
It's time to spoil them form your eyes now
In far I want to be

I know the drawing, it's near
I heard the warning, so clear.
I touch pale-red, over me.

The sonnets pour from your eyes.
(repeat)