When Dead Things Come Back Again

Sleep with me in the rain
Pour me out like a drink offering
All I am Is a mouth in a cave
Tell me, “which swallows the day?”
When I fill my eye with light that can't escape

I’m pleased to be used
By You
If You choose
If dead things come back again to breath with You

(Make me)
A breeding ground for dead things
An orgy of worms to grow below the earth
The dizziness seems to persuade me
A bitter love is what I've been craving

I'm pleased to be used
By You
If You choose
Not to leave me behind or let me be abused

You bite my tongue down
The taste of blood is so sweet
When its all you have to drink

I’ll take my food from the rats
The things I'm choosing are the things that I gave back
And now I'll choose them again

I'm pleased to be used
By You
If You choose
Not to leave me behind or let me be abused
I'm pleased to be used
By You
If You choose
When dead things come back again to breath with You