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I must have crawled through your bedroom door
in a fit of jealous breath
perched upon the Bacchus foot
of your unsuspecting bed

From the blossom rags in my jackal croon
to the stems of this cinquefoil
I give to you the shrapnel
with which to sprinkle in her soil

All the traps in the cellar go clikity clat
cause you know I always set them for you

Yeah, for you

And all the rats in the cellar form a vermin and steps
you know they're gonna take me to you

Yeah, to you

Wash it down with harlot soap
well, is this what you want?
I'll paint your steps with the lilac stains
of smelter revenant

My cutlery is rattling
from the doorman wooden's boils
from the bottom of my throat I beckon you
to cut the orchid cord

All the traps in the cellar go clikity clat
cause you know I always set them for you

Yeah, for you

And all the rats in the cellar form a vermin and steps
you know they're gonna take me to you

Yeah, to you

I know a girl that was woven
from spindle and thread
wrapped in a bivouac of taffeta
scaffolding red

She tosses and turns
and wakes all the children in nest
yawning with hunger
they take turns of nourishment

Somebody help me
is there anybody out there that can set me free?

From the mountains of avarice this i beg to you
my ether turns flesh to gravel

All the traps in the cellar go clikity clat
cause you know I always set them for you

Yeah, for you

And all the rats in the cellar form a vermin and steps
you know they're gonna take me to you

Yeah, to you

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