Looms - I'll be jason (a song for she) lyrics

[Verse: Looms] Gritting teeth; the sinner sleeps in novocaine Pigment leaks, hidden cheeks from the focused flames Frozen frame in her knowing gaze To most, I've been closed off since the open day Too busy whipping dreams up for din dins Housemates pissy he never clean up the kitchen Ditch the dishes to switch for swishes Courting on the court he be spitting to your misses Red handed - stigmata on the lords day Lumber home tail dragging on the walkway He only ever ate the gourmet in poor taste Now he gnaws on the corpse till the jaw aches The old me. sold sleep from the dealer Cold feet, the soul weeps; need a healer I can be the feature, she can be the star for sure In her golden fleece, it's me her and the argonauts [Outro: Looms} In that f**in' golden fleece [unintelligible]