NOW PLAYING: Fineshrine (Purity Ring)

Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum, and pull
My little ribs around you
The rungs of me be under, under you

I’ll cut the soft pockets, let bleed
Over the rocky cliffs that you leave
To peer over and not forget what feet are
Splitting threads of lightning over me

That I might see with my chest and sink
Into the edges round you
Into the lakes of quarry’s that brink
On all the edges round you

Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum, and pull
My little ribs around you
The lungs of me be crowns over you

Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum, and pull
My little ribs around you
The rungs of me be under, under you

I’ll cut the soft pockets, let bleed
Over the rocky cliffs that you leave
To peer over and not forget what feet are
Splitting threads of lightning over me

Listen closely, closely to the floor
Emitting all it’s graces through the pores
You make a fine shrine in me
You build a fine shrine in me

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