jueves, 3 de noviembre de 2011

Tourniquet...

Moment... vulnerable... most... my... is... this...
She's made of hair and bone and little teeth,
things I cannot speak.
She comes on like a crappled plaything,
spine is just a string.
I wrapped our love in all this foil,
silver-tight like spider legs.
I never wanted it to ever spoil,
but flies will lay their eggs.
Take your hatred out on me,
make your victim my head.
You never ever believed in me,
I am your tourniquet.
Prosthetic synthesis with butterfly,
sealed up with virgin stitch.
If it hurts, baby please tell me,
preserve the innocence.
I never wanted it to end like this,
but flies will lay their eggs.
Take your hatred out on me,
make your victim my head.
You never ever believed in me,
I am your tourniquet.
What I wanted,
what I needed,
what I got for me...
What I wanted,
what I needed,
what I got for me...
Take your hatred out on me,
make your victim my head,.
You never ever believed in me,
I am your tourniquet.
Take it out, take it out,
you're not fighting me,
I don't believe me!
I never ever believed in me,
I am your tourniquet.



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