When It Speaks (ii) Paroles

I’ll follow you

It’s you I made
My favorite thing

I am your maker
I am your sickness

Well now I’m afraid
That this is your ending.
This is what I’ve waited for

I’ve floated as a ghost
For eternal memory
I carry my heart
As my hands are bloody

I am your maker
I am your sickness
Is it all you dreamt it could be?
My mortality was not in question
The question was inside

What we were made of
At that moment,
Your motives swallowed me whole
Swallowed me whole