Original lyrics

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Bloodlines like channelling for prey Lose sight and pupils dilate My hooked eye pulled up until the line breaks No light in a pit lost quarrying for day I peel the wall wrapped around my fist I trace the marks bite down on my lips A throb bright red pours through my eyelids I tug at threads, getting frayed but I'm lucid Oh bitch I might Enter into my pure mode Oh saints I might Enter into my pure mode Outrun the wake, ankle-deep in wastewater Head on, caught me like a moth, ricocheting Can't work this clay into shape Embodying ouija strength Nero leaks through my teeth Graves unrelenting I peel the wall wrapped around my fist I trace the marks bite down on my lips A throb bright red pours through my eyelids My head sun-drenched, growing out of phase, but I'm lucid Oh bitch I might Enter into my pure mode Oh saints I might Enter into my pure mode Oh bitch I might Enter into my pure mode Oh saints I might Enter into my pure mode Enter into my pure mode Enter into my pure mode Penetrating this, oh! Penetrating this, oh! I don't mean to scare you but I can't talk right now I don't mean to scare you but I can't talk right now I don't mean to scare you but I can't talk right now I don't mean to scare you but I can't talk right now I will tear you apart I will tear you apart I will tear you apart I will tear you apart