I'll build you a shiny
dollhouse or church
where you can shrink
into a tiny wight spider
and gorge on horrid memories
with conceited wings

Smother the past in a cocoon
for me
and I'll help you move
all the bodies
I'll possess you but I don't need you
to be another one of my possessions
I don't need you to be my possession
and I won't make you kneel
for anyone but me
won't promise a star
don't promise your soul

Well say that we don't believe
I'll keep you wet when the world is dry
I can see them coming
I'll take you back inside
if they came for answers
wrap my claws round your mouth tight
we consume each other
until theres nothing left to hide
and they can all drown in our blood