Starving pulse   hungering   starving flesh   and I smell her skin   like funeral flowers as terror lets me in   and the flies   sing for us   and the worms   hear our vows      Two fates are sealed   fingertips caress and decay   while shadows of promises hide the coming day   and the flies   sing for us   and the worms   hear our vows      and I know she's the end   but I can't help myself      spiraling into her   her tongue feels like a blade   spiraling forever   we will destroy ourselves   we're becoming our end      starving pulse   trembling skin   whispering   promises of sin   I close her eyes   grab her throat   to give her the ring   and the flies   sing for us   and the worms   hear our vows      in this dead garden    we shall grow   while our cold eyes reflect what we know;   that tomorrow is a lie   that the face of love   kills with a smile      spiraling into her   her tongue feels like a blade   spiraling forever   we will destroy ourselves   we're becoming our end