we are the lashed ones

[craven]

let's lick those bloodstains off the ceiling
our guilt will soon be latent
appease the roughness on your tongue
i know just how you're feeling
cause i'm in the same state and

i, too, felt the shame
of being so impure
let's use the stains to cure
whatever we became.

this night is like a sequence
out of another person's mind
the clock shows it's past 2 now
i'd end this rather decent
if i only knew how.

just get up from the floor now
and wear the scars with pride
and if you want to come again
is not mine to decide