Deep as the water that runs at the well, such is the depth of his soul. His heart is a dagger, his heart it is still, it doesn't beat at all.
Open your contrite heart. Open your scarlet eyes. Sure as the moon, the tide will rise, as it falls.
The tide rushes in and the tide rushes out. The ocean's not tied down and dull. Just as the spirit's entitled to be, heart-whims, they ebb and they flow.
Open your whim-less heart, open your hard heart wide. Sure as the moon, the tide will rise, as it falls.
The blood in your body's now functional, true, but does it transcend the vein? The moon tugs your blood as it orbits your home, the heart tugs your spirit the same.
Open your festering heart, bleed, mortal, bleed to life! Sure as the moon, the tide will rise, as it falls.
I'll clutch the dagger, and bleed at the hand, I'll trod the depths of your soul. I'll man the bellows and melt down your heart, recast it in flesh, vulnerable.
Open your perfect heart, open your scarlet eyes...
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