"Stamen And Pistil" lyrics

I'll slice your wrist if you kiss my neck
Lick clean your blood our fingers entwined
Talk about shadows and predicting our deaths
Drink red wine barefoot on the floor

Knee bones cross-legged and shivering
I'll taste your pale skin if you show me your scars

Smile with sad eyes our intentions aligned
Laugh about fucking and picking our scabs
Inhaling black hair sprawled out on the bed

I'll taste your pale skin if you show me your scars

Ovary lullabies, we sing until sleep
Cry to ourselves, white bubbles, satin sheets
Black lace and leather straps, candlelight mass
Temples of misery we worship our flesh

Slender nails ripping skin and razor blade kiss
Blood ushers in death resting in piss