Lock the Door

this sound
won't hesitate to decorate the ground
alone
on your own
we'll burn our houses down
i heard (screams)
and i hope the air grows
you gasp and scream
but cannot take it in
lie flat on your back
no dead rest on their side
no dead rest with open eyes
(breathing)
i hope from the highest cloud
that you can tell
that you can smell
my body
as my body burns in hell
there's scars under sleeves
that will long outlast my love
i'm deaf and i'm dumb
i'm mute with the taste of your blood
uncertainty
like saints that won't sleep
like cells that won't bleed
like hell that won't freeze