Sprawled out over the windfall
Of this the bloated, browning month
Apple bruises on my thighs
And the flush from your yawning smile
Fasten your teeth on my soul
And we shall roll and flow for evermore
You in your cotton dress
You in your innocence
Life screams its fury from your eyes
All jaded and alive
Fasten your teeth on my soul
And we shall roll and flow for evermore
My feet are in the water
Waiting for the tide to come
The whisper in the corner
Does its best to make me numb
My ear in your cage
Your pulse in my hand
Eyeing up the child
Fingering the dead
Swallowing your flow
Your teeth on my neck
Coil me full of hate
And bend me out of shape
d**h is just down the hallway
When I fall I hear him ask
How many rooms have you entered?
How many rooms have you pa**ed?
Fasten your teeth on my soul
And we shall roll and flow for evermore
My feet are in the water
Waiting for the tide to come
The whisper in the corner
Does its best to make me numb
My ear in your cage
Your pulse in my hand
Eyeing up the child
Fingering the dead
Swallowing your flow
Your teeth on my neck
Coil me full of hate
And bend me out of shape
How much darker does it get?