your eyes ship and fade
scared the moths away
it's been within a frame
airships filled your sky today
one lyric for every rope
black rainbows for every hope
you could have drunk from jesus spit
you could have drown into your martyr's sins
the cherries called your name
velvet bitter for your pain
lips made out of thorns
and every wound is another song

it's been a polite destruction
a royal malfunction
a body without a corpse
catharsis without a cause