Love is, love is Love is, love is Love me cos I’m dirt Love me til you hurt Love me til you bleed Your filth is what I need Love is, love is Love is, love is Love is barbed wire Filth is my desire
Identity crisis Who am I? What am I? Urban guerrilla Sniper, killer Woman, man, spy Who am I? What am I?
Identity crisis Empty room Empty head Foreign instincts Being bred Kick in the teeth Violent crime Identity crisis Life is time Urban guerrilla Sniper, killer
Slipped through my fingers Like a slimy snake I’m standing on the slipway Standing in the wake On slippery turns The pressure increases You fall away As the slipway releases
I’m always saying sorry Me and my big mouth Every time I open it The wrong words come out I’m always saying sorry Even when I’m quiet Even with my mouth shut I can’t get it right I’m sorry, I’m sorry for everything I’ve done I’m sorry, I’m sorry for ruining your fun
Bones made my funnyfather Skin held him together Blood pumps around his veins Funnyfather had funny brains Screams his agony In and out of reality See his other face Funnyfather has no case
She avalanched all over me She won’t ever set me free She covered me with her snow She won’t ever let me go But I’m really glad That she advanced I’m really happy She avalanched
No handed clock Tells you the time There’s no ties There’s no crime No handed clock Keeps you free No time to stop No time for me No handed clock Never ever stops
Dressed in silk White veil covers her face Flowing hair under her hat Decorated with lace Long white dress Gloves to her shoulder The Victorian manner Has got no older