Softness

[Intro] (Ooo-ooo) You are safe here. [Verse 1] The moon is a bruise. A cold, blue gloom. I built this room. A womb of wood and stone. To keep you whole. (To keep you prone). The world outside is a weeping sore. I locked the door. To stop the rot from crawling in. [Chorus] Why did you force my hand? Why did you twist the lock? If you hadn't smiled like a saint... If you hadn't walked that way... I wouldn't have to be the butcher. (I love the blood). I wouldn't have to clip the wings! (I like the sound) I wouldn't have to break the will. (I love the ache). I wouldn't have to sew the lips! (I love the hush). [Melodic Interlude] (Shhh-shhh) [Verse 2] Soft skin. Silence is a virtue, sweet thing. Don't struggle against the silk. It slips. It slides. Your fear is just a fever. (It tastes like salt). I am washing the filth away. I am the cure. [Bridge] I am the martyr here. Carrying the weight of your sin. (Look at me). (Don't blink). (Obey) [Final Chorus] Why did you force my hand? Why did you twist the lock? If you hadn't smiled like a saint... If you hadn't walked that way... I wouldn't have to be the butcher. (I love the blood). I wouldn't have to clip the wings! (I like the sound) I wouldn't have to break the will. (I love the ache). I wouldn't have to sew the lips! (I love the hush). [Outro] Gratitude… is quiet thing.