Testo Spotless

Lifetimes renewed and armored
I thought they’d carry me back
But I lost my touch
Think hallelujah daughter
Tense up and choke that new pack down

All bled through I am
Clothing on your wound Pushed aside
Revealing you the new, clean, fresh bride
Your mother drew
On that carpet
You never moved a thread
Where you’d sit
I thought that you were dead once

Dressed up at home
Weather’s damp and warm, but no
I won’t perform your Rite of Spring
I’m not dancing up to death with a diamond ring Lord
Pressed down like stone
I feel you cool and dry, but no
I won’t perform your Rite of Spring I’m not dancing up to death with a diamond ring Lord

Dim shines and all your shy parades
Ten ways to drink off your will to be saved
Bring your judges down
Eating up old critics to satisfy
Tasting the mouth, touching the hand
Look in the eye

All your plans set
Like fires in the buildings we left
I wanted you to smile, touch, feel
Like we never met
On that carpet
You’d never move a thread
When you’d sit
I found out you were dead once

Now I see it