Burial Gift Songtext
von Ennui

Quiet guilt an agreement of night
"Warmth is mine, what′s right is right"
Her humid trap
It feels like Hell

You cannot dictate
What I'll never feel
I′m sorry my body
We're cold again
There's a love I want to feel
But it′s not here
I′m sorry your urge to use
I'm sorry I agreed

Man from a boy
Man from a boy
A pig from birth
Unclean and coy


Loathe my body
I fuck to escape
A man is a man
But no one talks about rape

And we try to speak about poison
Unbeknownst to the poison in ourselves
I lament these inadequate things
That drew us together

And we try to speak about poison
Unbeknownst to the poison in ourselves
I lament the inadequate things
That drew us together

Arousal, Arousal, Arousal!
Arousal, Arousal, Arousal!
Arousal, Arousal, Arousal!
Through your body
I hate my own


And I struggle to give these contraventions a name
Unsure of what to feel
In these half-hearted anxieties
Staring at a tunnel of ceilings
Present but not present
Filthy inside you
But nothing left inside of myself

Walking through the valleys of nothing

And it hurts to know
Pacifying
As it is unnerving
Uncertainty
That all of the good
Is slain by insatiable
Lust

Torch every inch of skin that can fuck
Born again, I erase your touch