Hold Your Hearses

Hold your hearses, though it may seem worthless
I can foresee a purpose in the the stead of earnesty
I'm offering a service that entails a furnace
And the quiet purchase of something yet unseen

Hold your hearses, now it's at the surface
I can't bear this burden, stark white, utterly clean
Can we finally be certain that what makes you nervous
Lies beyond the curtain? An ending without means

Unending needs call from deep in the dark
Waiting for you in the coldest part
Given we've gathered this grief from afar
Swoon with the shallow that seeps from our arc
The answer croons from the crook of your arm
My focus falters, drunk on old charms