How We End
Michael Gira
[Verse]
As the black snake crawls
Through your eyeholes
As the cold wind screams
In your glass soul
As my red hands squeeze
Out your rotting death breath
You will cut and pry
The last writhing cry
From my useless body
You will pull and ply
The last sweet hissing sigh
From my mouthhole
I can never go
But I refuse to stay
'Cause I love you
