If I Let Him In Testo

Carry me out, I give up my limbs to

your caring grasps.

And dress me in death, where I loved you,

and you'll kill me;

you'll kill me last.

Hollow me out, replace it with spiders,

words carved in living guilt

and do what thou wilt with thy weakness -

a poem of mine,

do you know it?


I let him in

If I let him in

and I let him

If I let him in