I'm tender under When do you think we'll get there? Oh help me, help me Back to somewhere easy Born from seed, born from blood Born from a sad kind of look-away love Look, these flowers all lined up Don't you want this, what I got? I was formed into a fist I was ready for the blow You said, "How do you beg For mercy or for more?" How do you beg? For mercy or for more? Who is it? Who is it? What's with it? What's with it? I see now why your god, he trembles The weather all up to him Brim full of little girl's secrets He promised not to tell What color is your madness? A purple majesty? A red alert? A yellow hurt? Or a jaded jealousy? Who is it? Who is it? What's with it? What's with it? What color is your blue? A desperate dark night? Or a blue on which to watch your rocket take flight? Oh let them knock, it's not for nothing Oh let them, let them, let them in… Who is it? Who is it? I am a morsel Fallen to the ground Small and delicious And somehow wasted.