Parenthetical Girls
Young Throats
He's lifelike when the light strikes rightBut no less charmless otherwiseSurprised with where my interest liesI try to bite my tongue this timeBut tonight, Christ,Can't you see my hands were tied?My hands were tiedAnd on my mother's lifeSuppose that I might throw this fightGod knows I truly triedCome on, let's get this over withI dreamt of this in triplicateDon't trust my ? privilegesThat just don't enter into thisJesus Christ, look at the size of itThe size of itYou lips clench like a fistWhat promises you wet them withBrace yourself and this won't hurt a bitAnd who could help but mourn for more than this?I crossed myself before I crossed your lipsAnd cling my count to something just like this
Aus Songtexte Mania