Ophiuchus

The chill, the thrill
To think, to think
The nerve, the nerve
Cold skin, cold skin
No hope, no love
White space, just life
Reflects, collects
No love, no life
No life, no love
Razor sharp, drop down
No view, look through
No one, no all
Love is evidence laid waiting for control (For control)
Blood and tears turn to spit profited (Profited)
Give me giving us sweet lies
We accept it in our dimmed eyes
Now we face our hunger that is without end in
Slowly drink
You rattle forward
Shed your skin
And eat the weak
Lay your collar
Run outward
Shed your skin
And eat the weak
Love is evidence laid waiting for control (For control)
Blood and tears turn to spit profited (Profited)
As we are bought
Blood bleeding to a fault
Now we know the hunger that is without end in
Slowly drink
Rattle forward
Shed your skin
And eat the weak
Lay your collar
Run outward
Shed your skin
And eat the weak
Eat the weak (Blood)
Eat the weak (Blood)
Eat the weak (Blood)
Eat the weak (Blood)
Eat the weak (Blood)
Eat the weak (Blood)
Eat the weak (Blood)
Eat the weak (Blood)
Eat the weak (Blood)
Eat the weak (Blood)