Get a little closer. Let fold. Cut open my sternum and pull my little ribs around you. The rungs of me be under you.
-Purity Ring, Fineshrine
You make a fine shrine in me. You build a fine shrine in me.
-Purity Ring, Fineshrine
There’s a cult, there’s a cult inside of me. Form a salt, sprinkle it around me.
-Purity Ring, Saltkin
I’ll shuck all the light from my skin then I’ll hide it in you. I’ll pluck the long grass that grows from me and hide it (in you).
-Purity Ring, Shuck
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