started as taboo in reason
faithless has its reckless cries
deliver in your monthly blood
you would rather become sodomy
your sadness bares no noise
i could see fire burning your will down
release is what you weep
as you tread beneath the waterline and see horses
here as your only witness
my blood has never been clean
so young was virgin princess
follow in your bearing shadow
beneath the waterline and horses
we hold hands and we deny to feel
so forbidden, so alive
saliva and blood from one bottle
faithless and doomed
wide eyed, you don’t see me
now close your eyes and cry my infantile
i’ve become your only witness
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