So hopeful And weary I cannot feel my hands My hands are cold and stiff
I kiss you somewhere over Here Then make my way to the partition
I cannot see straight I wringe my collar of the desecrated tears My serpent speaks To make love is to **** and penetrate Stab deep into your wound And dessicate Annihilate with fury My overtone sweet with faith and sophistry Now is the time to wonder Were you always this innocent?