Convalescence Video (MV)

I put myself into your feeding tube
I hope that your condition will improve
I pour myself into your open mouth
I hope that your nutrition won't run out

In the dim receding light
In the absence of your sight
In the abscess of your spite is where you'll find
You've made your home

I wrap my hair around your open wound
I hope your convalescence will resume
I've given up on everything except for you
I hope you will remember when it's through

In the dim receding light
In the absence of your sight
In the abscess of your spite is where you'll find
You've made your home