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The velvet rope is barbed wire wrapped in silk
Black-lacquered lips check the list for the guest (are you invited)
She grabs my wrist (Stamps your skin)
marked with an iron rose
It burns cold
She smiles she knows how the story ends
Candlewax dripping down the exposed brick
Ash and absinthe heavy on the tongue
The bass kicks in (hard and sweet)
A heart arrhythmia ( feeling the beat)
And she leads me under
Down where the air tastes like sin(yes mmmm)
Don't look at the mirrors (there's nothing to see)
Don't ask for the water (it isn't what it seems)
The lights strobing red like an artery cut
We're all lining up just to keep our mouths shut
Welcome to The Sepulchre
Where the dead come to sweat
Leave your soul at the coat check
We haven't broken you yet
Lay your pulse on the altar
Let the hunger find a home
We trade the holy for the hollow
And drink the life out of your bones
In The Sepulchre
Neon halos buzzing over the bar
High collars hiding the bruises of last week's love
Curtains move and wave as body's arch
The floor is slick spilled drinks (and debauchery)
I see the hierarchy in the strobe light
(fed)
I feel the static before I feel the touch
A gaze heavy as she comes in for a touch
You cut through the crowd (no need no escape)
No friction, no sound ( it's already to late)
Modern predator
Nothing dusty or old about you
You don't ask permission
You take what you need
"How much of yourself are you willing to spill?"
It's not a kiss (It's a harvest)
It's not a sin (It's a service)
Needle point precision
The euphoria of the incision
Take the noise
Take the light
Take the edge off the rest of my life
Welcome to The Sepulchre
Where the dead come to sweat