Angel Of Small Death And The Codeine Scene

I watch the work of
My kin bold and boyful
Toying somewhere
Between love and abuse
Calling to join them
The wretched and joyful
Shaking the wings
Of their terrible youths
Freshly dissolved in some
Frozen devotion
No more alone
Or myself could I be
Looks like a strain
To the arms it were open
No shortage of sordid
No protest from me

With her sweetened breath
And her tongue so mean
She’s the angel of small death
And the codeine scene
With her straw-blonde hair
Her arms hard and lean
She’s the angel of small death
And the codeine scene
Feeling more human
And hooked on her flesh I
Lay my heart down
With the rest at her feet
Fresh from the fields
All feeder and fur tires
Bloody and raw
But I swear it is sweet

With her sweetened breath
And her tongue so mean
She’s the angel of small death
And the codeine scene
With her straw-blonde hair
Her arms hard and lean
She’s the angel of small death
And the codeine scene
Feeling more human
And hooked on her flesh I
Lay my heart down with
The rest at her feet
Fresh from the fields
All feeder and fur tires
Bloody and raw
But I swear it is sweet

And lease this confusion
I’ll wander the concrete
Wonder if better
Now having survived
Jarring of judgement
And reasons defeat
The sweet heat of her breath
In my mouth I’m alive

With her sweetened breath
And her tongue so mean
She’s the angel of small death
And the codeine scene
With her straw-blonde hair
Her arms hard and lean
She’s the angel of small death
And the codeine scene

With her sweetened breath
And her tongue so mean
She’s the angel of small death
And the codeine scene
With her straw-blonde hair
Her arms hard and lean
She’s the angel of small death
And the codeine scene