Beneath your clothing
Everything is dead and bloody
In dark cellars where bodies move
Everything's reduced to motion
Sounds and sticky fluid choking
Love that turns to rust
The floorboards are creaking
In your house and in your heart
The floorboards are giving way
To a world that reeks of reality
Beneath your clothing
Everything is cold and clammy
Everything is wrong and broken
Everything is low and broken
The floorboards are creaking
In my house and in my heart
The floorboards are giving way
And I can't feel you any more.
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