Went long on the power of desecration and how it’s so well realized in (especially the second half of) The Brutalist — here at ForReel.

Burning in the corner
Is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns
And yearns for a sleep that won’t ever come
It’s never over
My kingdom for a kiss upon your shoulder
It’s never over
All my riches for your smiles
When I’ve slept so soft against ya
It’s never over
All my blood for the sweetness of your laughter
It’s never over
You’re the tear that hangs inside my soul forever