Eiffel Lyrics

And your holy ruin
heavened and hallowed in breast and bough
would be pressed on ladder rungs
I'll be caught less spineless if I surrender
so I'm caught in the golden gone
castrated
bold of relation
separate me
if I surrender too soon
from under the diving bell
hold me down there anyways
your hadal lune
locked up in eighteenth stairs
disintegrates in prayer
how long could this last?
how long must this last?