Faux

Lyrics

Clone, caught hold of your flood lung, harbour your 'someone', prevent me. Shown, you swoon in your lace run, brooding, a quilt tongue, pining me. Calm, clot, cold, and bleed Bone, pull over your midriff, labour your inches, widow me. Hone, all crimson and hinges, tarot and itches, corner me. Faux shot, sold and bleed cower all your cinders, fake us bower in your shivers, shake us.