The sculptures in my heart
What I alone have built
What I alone have built
I alone can take apart
You should be expelled
From the deepest crevices
Or destroy the living
How organically, how gigantically
But you demand everything
There ever was or ever will be
You've bloodied my hands
To remove desire from your being
But the dead have reasons of their own
And no angel kiss or devil curse
Could ever change how I rehearse
For my time to join them
You should be expelled
From the deepest crevices
Or destroy the living
How organically, how gigantically
But you demand everything
There ever was or ever will be
You've bloodied my hands
To remove desire from your being
But the dead have reasons of their own
And no angel kiss or devil curse
Could ever change how I rehearse
For my time to join them
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