The shallow cells are upended A drop of blood and a warrant Not this time The daughter's featureless visage The garden empty at morning Two hands tied Tender Tender the fallen frame Under Under the polished blade Tender Tender the fallen frame Under Under the polished blade We never liked that face A cinder in the flame A lack of light In the night Falls at our feet A little compromise A set of hidden thighs A stack of sighs Make it right Under the sheets We said it's just a phase But you never could keep pace Keep that sweet look And that sweet tooth In your face Bloodline in slow decay We launched a slow decay A splinter on the rain Bruised eyes, cry all night Hands below cheeks Perpender Survive the cinder frame Above remnants of our decay Perpender Survive the cinder frame Above the remnants of decay The shallow cells are upended A drop of blood and a warrant Not this time