The Flowers of Evil

The day they covered us in the dirt like stars in the ground that will grow into dead flowers The day they covered us in the dirt like stars in the ground that will grow into dead flowers Your body’s on me like sleepless spiders. Your touch is so empty Your touch is so empty Your bodies on me like sleepless spiders. Your touch is so empty Your touch is so empty Your touch is so empty Your touch is so empty I’ve been running from the bloodless for fear of exile for all of my sorceries that shun the light I’ve been running from the bloodless for fear of exile for all of my sorceries that shun the light The day they covered us in the dirt like scars in the ground that will grow into dead flowers The day they covered us in the dirt like scars in the ground that will grow into dead flowers I’ve been running from the bloodless for fear of exile for all of my sorceries that shun the light I’ve been running from the bloodless for fear of exile for all of my sorceries that shun the light light light light light