A Little Dead

Midnight's arise as the pink heron flies

There's a curtain of smoke playing tricks on my eyes

Like hair underwater moves patient and slow

Bite down on my upper lip

Letting me know

You're at ease

But I swore

I heard you beg for death

Hands like a leash try to make me come quick

I already came once trying to keep up with it

You fold right in front of me

Evil and slow

Bite down on my knuckle just letting me know

You want more

But I'm scared

I don't want to push you too far

Over the edge

Of the night

We shiver

I heard you beg for death

Midnight's arise as the early bird dies

There's a pink cloud of smoke

Playing tricks on my eyes

Like hair that's on fire

Moves patient and slow

Bite down on my shoulder just letting me know

You're at ease

But I swore

You were shaking free and wild

Under the weight

Of the night

You slither

And when it's through

You'll be gone

Oh, I need you more than anything

And in the wake

Of the night

We shiver

I heard you beg for death

I heard you beg for death