Come down on me, my sweet angel   Poison milk from that withering breast   Come down on me, my sweet angel   Poison milk from that withering breast   Your mask is drifting   See what writhes beneath      Porcelain grin is cracking, incest to uncoil   Your laugh spreads yawning, black hole formation      Drown and the first real breath takes hold   Washed in a chill so peaceful, sink further      Hold his hand and crush it      The depth of the chasm is infinite   Discover bliss and serenity in drowning