Blood for lust - I'm tired of
all this restlessness
Hungry words mean nothing to the
heartless bitch
That eats away my soul
Food for thought; a spine to shake
the covers
And the head that hangs upon the
door
Reminds me of the metaphor
Red
Admiral; crushed inside your careless hands
Another fruitless alphabet
To burn out all your dreams and
turn away
Food for thought; a spine to shake
the covers
And the head that hangs upon the
door
Reminds me of the metaphor
Hand
across the mouth
So dare not speak those immortal
words
Lest you fail to warn yourself
Slip of the tongue and you give
it all away
Food for thought; a spine to shake
the covers
And the head that hangs upon the
door
Reminds me of the metaphor
