Frail Hands - Intravenous Lyrics

I wake in a flood of apologies wringing my hands, dreading clear eyes. Storms in the whites, a tempest long coming, we choke on these lies. Sever the cord, ensure your grip's loose. You hold my wrists, shaken, you say I'm soft as a noose. You know nothing. If shutting these eyes could rob you of grief i'd love the world blind. Avenge yourself through branches going through me. A treasure in crimson clothed in disrepair. Draw the cloak, dye the sword as you wish, as you like it. On my knees. Take the stake, light it. Hope for our best, we will find solace.