Siouxsie And The Banshees

I am stone and I am blade
A sharp eternal instant
A darker heart a distant moan
pleasures' deep and spectral instinct
Look me in the eye
speak it to my face
My hate is cold
As I fall from grace
So wish away my gravity
a curse the one and only
lay terror tight unholy flight
bear witness to the descent
Yet nothing is forever
So come nearer and confess
but like a tender bruise