Scrape - Chelsea Wolfe

You were the Summer

You were the coma

You were the only one

It was so quiet

And then you came around

And all the hiss of unknown

Turned lifeless and commonplace

You carrier, you’ll never see

What came undone, what you took from me

Can you hear them?

Rats in the walls

They remind me together of who we were

I don’t need your help or your hindrance

You stay the fuck away from me

You said, «It's been so long, I’m all alone»

Hear the scratch of the rats in the walls

Led me here, said, «Hold my hand»

A young nymph defiled then

My body fights itself inside

I feel it bow, this mortal hold

You carrier, you repulse me

Heard the sound of her knees scrape against the street

You, the dirty one, what you took from me

There was nothing left but hypocrisy

Holy odium, blotted memory

But my regret will never consume me

The ocean’s licking tongue, the letting of the blood

Vile prophecy, scrape it out of me