tell
me
who
u
grieve
for
then
tell
me
what
can
bleed
more
than
the
tender
whore
u
sanctified
pumped
sore
&
crucified
with
tender
lies to
satisfy
ure
world
weary
soul
free
basing
stone
mason
dressed
up as
a holy
man
drop
ure
frock
&
pull
my
locks
as u
minister
from
behind
me
design
me
entwine
me in
madness
soak
me in
sadness
&
resolve
to
absolve
my
wicked
name
blink
&
u’ll
miss
me
kill
&
then
kiss
me
as u
christen
me
ure
greatest
shame