The Flood کے بول

And in the gutter lies moldy hearts Among the rats and dirty shards they rot Make me burn, purify, make me burn, purify Cut the skin and shatter me Make me slip, purify, make me slip, purify Until no one waits for me Her blood thunders inside my skull She is the flood And she laughs at all that remains While i'm drowning in my shame Make me burn, purify, make me burn, purify Cut the skin and shatter me Make me slip, purify, make me slip, purify Until no one waits for me Out of the past Comes the storms Like a whip, like a leash, like a map of scars and skin From below, from beneath screams a thousand memories Her blood thunders inside my skull She is the flood And she laughs at all that remains While i'm drowning in my shame Ashes of days and the ghost of an embrace I can hear her dancing now, on top of my grave Ashes of nights and the words of innocence They sound so much brighter now, spoken by the dead