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Holding Absence

60cm Of Steel

 

60cm Of Steel


Enter the blood-soaked proscenium arch
Witness the sickness
Tear me apart
Tear me apart

(Take your seats, bare your teeth)

Rip the skeletons from my closet
And create an effigy
Twist together the oddments and soak them in kerosene

A room full of daggers cuts through me
But I don't mind the look of blood on the menuki
60 cm of steel in the stomach
I hate myself and you fucking love it

Grip that tsuka, don't stop spilling my guts
Seppuku, hollow point word vomit go du-du
Yeah, seppuku, hollow point word vomit go du-du-du

I've lost, I've lost
A consciousness I can't recover
I'm low, so low
Is this what you want?

I've lost, I've lost
A consciousness I can't recover
I'm low, so low
Is this what you want?

My twisted fate kicked the doors in
And I'm stretched across my coffin
Spilling ink into the wound dehiscence
The blood thins, the plot thickens

Drop the curtain
Sever the thoughts from the act
Drop the curtain
Sever the thoughts from the act

I've lost, I've lost
A consciousness I can't recover
I'm low, so low
Is this what you want?

I've lost, I've lost
A consciousness I can't recover
I'm low, so low
Is this what (Is this what)
Is this what you want?

The crowd sits silent and still
Beckoning a violent will
Each cut shallow as a breath
Life imitates art, art imitates death

Life imitates art

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