I hold out my heart,
Are you going to take it?
A sweet enchanting art,
Are you going to break it?
Let the poison sink in,
The apple broken apart,
Cut your name into my skin,
wrap chains around my heart.
Break me across you stones,
And cover my flesh again,
Whittle away at my bones,
Our white knives of sin.
Poison Apples an art,
Are you going to break me?
You hold onto my heart,
Are you going to take me?
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