Antic Clay - Queen Of Dust lyrics

Girl, what a curse we have love. What a reverse Pavlov When I drool you ring a bell and sing, and yell And grieve for what lovers believe Then your eyes eclipse and lips collapse to sorrow And the whispered scream that follows is sublime Girl, you declaim out of dust Summon beauty you must Play your way out of plague, pied piper Draw down your rage and d**hlust And unslave the blind sniper Still your eyes eclipse and lips collapse to sorrow And the whispered scream that follows is divine Girl, you're the promise of light Emancipating the night From a course of dark dereliction, girl If it's true that you lived then the devil is fiction Still your eyes eclipse and lips collapse to sorrow And the whispered scream that follows is divine Now our lids collapse like flytraps wracked with sorrow And our screaming whispers hollow our divide