Hold a knife, blooded
To the throat of Love
Hold the Knife, blooded
To the throat of Love
Hold a Bloodied knife
To the throat of Love
We are The Lust
That comes from Nothing
We are The Lust
As they turn to Dust
As the ground to Dust
A crown of tears
We are The Lust
We are The Lust
That comes from Nothing.
DEATH IN JUNE/BALANCE