Faux (Said the Sky Remix)
Clone
Caught hold of your flood lung
Harbour your 'someone'
Prevent me
Shown
You swoon in your lace run
Brooding, a quilt tongue
Pining me

Calm, clot, cold, and bleed
Calm, clot, cold, and bleed

Bone
Pull over your midriff
Labour your inches
Widow me
Hone
All crimson and hinges
Tarot and itches
Corner me

Faux, shot, sold and bleed [×3]