Tears are drawn up into to fingertips;
In turn, corrode the stone.
It was gray when it was meaningful,
Now it blends in with your bones.
Oh, you could spin a lovely future,
One scrim between the kiss.
But on this side, amongst the dimming light,
I almost don't exist.
All is lost; peering behind the velvet cloth.
I had found you like a monolith;
Five speeds to my exhaust.
Tearing through the moonlit desert salts;
Obsidian-eyed and lost.
Though you exist alone, in parallel;
Black ring upon your hand.
Thieving seers had fed you oracles,
So you met all of my demands.
All those dreams; soft and uncertain,
Against my teeth.
Wearing away, two rings, a violent end.
Wearing away, two rings, a violent end.
Away! Away! Asunder!
I could talk around in circles;
Dragging my dull and worn excuse.
And I'd get whatever I deserve,
Within the run-out groove.
Wearing away, two rings, a violent end.