at the end of the ropes lies a knot tethered tight lewd actions leathered crawling and an indifference to whether things are wrong or right no i won t won t let go because i can t as it s so plain to see strung up high on the night s breath feeling strangled yet ultimately freed this communion which you compesce me full engulfment this coil of which i am transcending creatures beyond their comforts a blood lust and spit bind this passion will hurt in the still of the dark a comploration will be heard no i won t won t let go because i can t as it s so plain to see strung up high on the night s breath feeling strangled yet ultimately freed this communion which you compesce me full engulfment this coil of which i am transcending creatures beyond their comforts a blood lust and spit bind this passion will hurt