Cold fair skinned Curl your frame entice Cleanse your stale fingers A scratch you fail to recognize
With the walls are closing in you remind remember how To cancel all your friends with a piercing guzzled mouth As the beggars steal your bed no matter what you've said The beggars still want the best
These hands They're painting Collapse and tired The colors fading
Take all surrounds begging with me The kind the meager the weak Her gown sweeps the ground entirely Body embellished the breeze Gone the gathering breaks for the sea Buried in the deep Castaways Cursing their names
Please show me how To pin yourself down You masochistic bigot Slave us tired masses
Just don't mention your name Because the rumored ears have spoken They'll fool you and your masquerade Such a clever disguise But can they hear you Without looking In your eyes