Stain

Stain your shell in red Act on my request Suspend me by the neck, make me whole again A familiar face, a bed of thorns A minor scent from where you were Let your garden grow My eyes still twitch for nothing Loosen your empty hands My heart still beats for nothing I'm new, but a duplicate Grown from a nourished bed I long for a hologram, a replica, something exact Stain Stain A hand, a ring, a special place, a sea of red from which you came Let your garden grow My eyes still twitch for nothing Loosen your empty hands My heart still beats for nothing Take me by the hand, be my architect in grey Sell yourself to me My eyes still burn to this day A familiar face, a bed of thorns A minor scent from where you were Let your garden grow My eyes still twitch for nothing Loosen your empty hands My heart still beats for nothing Take me by the hand, be my architect in grey Sell yourself to me My eyes still burn to this day