I am a sick manI am a spiteful man And if your voice just would linger Id pull back at the bar And Id be a wealthy man Blood, meat, torture music Theres
In a quaint French restaurant In a village at dark Waitress sings, I picked a violet from my mothers grave. In the streets the children play Like the
By phantom light My life just sailed away today And lady youre taking in a drunken sir But Id love to, forget in the mouths of babes I need to be cut
I watch a young boy with a bag of stones In a car, I know that I dont own Its well past three and you phone for me To come and trace back the road
I never knew what this meant to me With strange interest I watched the curious things I pushed back to the mystic heat of heats And found that heathen
Im lost in this decay And I feel Ive touched a brilliant star Oh wait, Ive been drugged I see my palms face down on cutlery Oh please Ive not known this
Good evening love, youre warm like blood And its alright, cause youre you But I should never see your face again Never hear your name again Breathe,
Im just to sleep under your stairs You lonely witch you werent prepared Soon well be wed on the bathroom floor The guests will applaud as we exit the
All ripe, the torrent insides are beating me now The stars are pulling me in, pulling me out This tart owns all the love inside of me and you would not
Hello my wife, at last There are so many things Ive to ask We spoke before of Francis cross A red masked maid is said to have bought But Im not thinking
I want that body hovering above me The daughter of the king is on my bus Youve got your fathers eyes And a vampiress neck I want it to hurt, bad But
We will meet again, I promise Not hell can stop us now We could meet like this Tower bridge or Regents park And for today I am a new born baby girl
