The whites of her eyes, porcelain
Her voice so ambient as I release
We loved her Once
In her mouth, in her mouth
She lives in the peripheral and listens
She kills in the peripheral and glory speaks her name
Glory cuts her face
We are wrenched in sin
We are infinite.
Infinite.
Lost in abstract wounds
Drink from abstract wounds
The whispers distract from the cutting
Lost in abstract wounds
Drink from abstract wounds
This small sense of pride.
This can't be! No stop. NO STOP!
Solvents soaked in her blood.
Solvents soaked in her blood.
Entirely In Infancy. lyrics