Catchers - Cotton Dress lyrics

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?