Released on November 12, 1996

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[Verse 1]

Creeping like frost

As slow as grave moss

Like drowning in dry oceans of bone dust

I taste the wreckage of crumbling faces

I know the pale thing in the darkest of places


[Pre-Chorus]

I remember blood from the thighs of the mother

As everything is eaten by another


[Chorus]

How much more must we bleed her

I cut their throats while they slept

I wept

I peel back my skull for you

Yes I do


[Verse 2]

Slow desolation like a funeral procession

The lovely one screams like she's caught between stations

I eat the razor, a mouthful of God's flesh

Sweating this blackness

I am shitting this cold death


[Pre-Chorus]

I remember blood from the thighs of the mother

As everything is eaten by another


[Chorus]

How much more must we bleed her

I cut their throats while they slept

I wept

I peel back my skull for you

Yes I do


[Post-Chorus]

Dead Venus blue


[Bridge]

Love is rotting on the vine

Crumbling in God's sunshine

I am dying all the time

Point me at the sky... sky


[Chorus]

How much more must we bleed her

I cut their throats while they slept

I wept

I peel back my skull for you

Yes I do


[Post-Chorus]

Dead venus blue


[Guitar solo]


[Chorus]

How much more must we bleed her

I cut their throats while they slept

I wept

I peel back my skull for you

Yes I do


[Post-Chorus]

Dead venus blue


[Outro]

I taste the wreckage of crumbling faces

I know the pale thing in the darkest of places