They killed me
They brought me back to life
They killed me
They brought me back to life
They killed me
And I heard them ask

Now do you remember?
Now do you know?

They killed me
But I did not die
And I burn to this day
Behind the thin slip of your ribs
In the blood you cannot bleed yourself free of
The paint that cannot refuse your palette
The saccharine sweet of cadmium
On the blade of your brush
Alive under the arc of your tongue
Washing and layering the story of us
Across the backs of your teeth
Giving your whispers the kind of weight
That makes it impossible
For me to breathe anything
But you

Now do you remember?
Now do you know?

They killed us
But we simply refuse to die