the room it unearths undresses me slowly i beg them to cut my throat we crawl through the ground our bodies are worthless the gaunt sky is treading oil let us dispel the question and make him ready for its arms the purging love that stops the heart opens the cracks of my aim yes i ve understood with noose and with sickle the beauty we saw down there we hung from our feet and bled into buckets our daughters were holding flowers let us dispel the question and make him ready for its arms the purging love that stops the heart opens the cracks of my aim i rip up the sails from the frozen ground we drift in damp stone to the sound of blood the wet mouth is black it s whispering my name to leap through the rain at dusk let us dispel the answer now to make him ready for the arms that break the purging hand that shows the way points to our open graves