Cradle Me In your wooden arms
Twist your flowers around my head
I cried all the tears I could
While you slept I bled

Press My body until it splinters
Pull my flesh apart
When I Break into
Wet your lips with my heart


I turn to you
But you never Knew me
I forgive you for the things that you do


Weight my bones down
Lay your soul down on me
With your suffocation loneliness
And hands that are clean

Lead me by the hand
Like a lamb before the slaughter
Nail my body to the southern wind
I am your willing martyr

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