| Petit Mort, i asked you for an answer | |
| Petit Mort, i sang until you slept | |
| Petit Mort, you took yourself, you bastard | |
| Petit Mort, now sleeping's all that's left | |
| you took apart the sympathetic angle | |
| when you catered to the bitterness inside | |
| aligned yourself with depths I couldn't handle | |
| a million daily deaths before you die | |
| gathered a bouquet | |
| roses and posies | |
| and straightened my tie | |
| when I got there, you were nowhere i could find | |
| through layer after layer of subconscious | |
| i hunted for a reason in the woods | |
| i tore apart the map and started backwards | |
| i couldn't picture living there for good | |
| i left you there to finish setting fires | |
| i left you there to propagate your lie | |
| i left you there cos honey, I was tired | |
| i left you but that doesn't make it right | |
| i remember your bedroom | |
| ivy and clover | |
| you kept me alive | |
| knives drawn, the butcher world waited outside | |
| Petit Mort, i asked you for an answer | |
| Petit Mort, i sang until you slept | |
| Petit Mort, you took yourself, you bastard | |
| Petit Mort, now sleeping's all that's left |
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