Come down on me, my sweet angel

Poison milk from that withering breast

Come down on me, my sweet angel

Poison milk from that withering breast

Your mask is drifting

See what writhes beneath



Porcelain grin is cracking, incest to uncoil

Your laugh spreads yawning, black hole formation



Drown and the first real breath takes hold

Washed in a chill so peaceful, sink further



Hold his hand and crush it



The depth of the chasm is infinite

Discover bliss and serenity in drowning