Music - Poem by Bronte Casablancas
Come to me, you heavy, breathing beings:
Infect me with your passion -
Judge my heart and soul and mind with your
Wild and heartless words.
Let your fiendish shriek impale me -
Bleed your love into my bones.
I give myself to you, to your voices to destroy me;
To rip me down and raise me up in molten, golden glory.
Your throaty gospel
Invades my very soul
And I lift myself up to it,
Begging salty reams of sweat
To rage my savage, burning heart.
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