A Banchee Heard Me Calling

With nothing left to lose,
I crave filth on my own,
That intimate sin,
I commited all alone.

The room, the room is spinning,
On this gloomy morning,
I cry to the ghost who sing to me,
Won't you all take my hands?
Won't you all take my hands?

To be loved,
To be hungover,
To be murdered,
They all fit into one.
One,
One.
One.
One,
One,

Open your eyes, and see,
Me on floor, I can't breathe,
So hold me closer into the night,
On this gloomy acid ride....

I turn into one,
What I hold is not enough,
I am folding into myself,
and destroying all i've ever had,

Take this gun,
Take it away from me,
I let the future blind me,
Cuz your steaming blood is all I wanted to see,

Closer,
Closer,
Closer,
Closer,

Closer into the abyss,
My succubus, come alive!
Take my murder,
And hold it up high,

Closer....
Closer....
Am I closer to Heaven now?
Closer...
Closer...
Am I closer to Heaven now?
Am I closer to your God now?

So wait, and listen,
Change direction,
Stimulate this aggression,
Creating countless fucks in the moonlight,
Truth. Love. Beauty. Filth,
Truth. Love. Beauty. Filth,
Truth. Love. Beauty. Filth.