Fast and abrasive, clueless and sedated.
This song has been around for a damn long time. I think I remember writing it. It must have been autumn 2002.
Lick your neck with a razor blade tongue.
Nothing is down not even the clouds.
Come play with me where the angels all sing.
Creams and cakes, fuck and bleed.
The second time she came inside she had a lover made of pencil shavings and a twinkle in her eye.
I ask and plead and beg to leave
But she keeps me here to keep me safe
I would have died if I had had the time. She had a husband made of pencil shavings and a needle in her eye. I am clean, you know.
You suck my blood.