To fleer you is to stay by your side
To fear you is to press this thorn in your side

Won't you kiss your ends?
Will you hold her hand and waltz with her?
Will she take her wand and cause you to suffer?
Spin my magic, precious

Won't you take her hand for me?
Lie in for me as I am beginning
Reconcile me for these sins
As the newlyborn begin their sinning

Slow, spin the record
So we can hear precisely what was heard
I bore your love like a scratch on my teeth
You showed me your love rolled into the words
Of a dead letter in the hands of the dead messenger

Tied by grey ribbon, exposed at the sides
Hold this chain like your father taught you to
Push the innocent animals up to the flame
I'd thrust mine in first, if it would sanctify you

Who drew our blood in our beds?
Your chemicals were mixed for her
You're the only who could've done...
And mine will match yours for sure

You're the only who could've done...