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I Failed You Lyrics

And the sky is satisfaction and likewise shall not be touched
Salt in the eyes of wounded boys, who read from pleasant Bibles
Gently kissing their bruised, their shredded, shrunken hearts
Stitching together the tears made by feathers in ambition
Women giggle and look from beneath heavy eyelashes
Rain dripping, like spittle 'pon the faces of idols
Ridding the burden of knowledge, this torrent an interlude
Loosing their beauty, all broken, scribbled over, a check list
With indifference I failed you, drew my knees around my chin
The female body as blossom, blown into the face of the crowd
Lolita and Peter, punctured, their spoons now bent and burnt,
The curdled milk of the sky is smearing all the stained glass

The sky an enemy to pleasure, books on laps cover humanity
Untie for me that shredded gown, let it fall around your feet
Take me away, the mice, the birds, chewing tails and feathers
Our muse the window of Japan, an island of sticks, blown away
These diseases, these un-described friends nod their heads
Open your mouth and plead for me, breastfeeding from a viaduct
Removing unsightly hairs, snorting sulphur, washing down with mercury
A pinhole camera flicks open for a second and captures all your sin
With indifference I failed you, drew my knees about my chin
The female body a blossom, blew into the face of the crowd
Lolita and Peter, punctured, their spoons now bent and burnt,
The curdled milk of the sky is smearing all the stained glass
Pack dogs playing hide and seek, laugh beneath their fingers
A shotgun in the mouth of a pea-c***, trigger feeling sticky
A gasping sob as a throat is cleared, warning 'gainst temptation
Looking glass in an empty room as mother combs her long black hair
And father takes the pistol, measures the movements of his heart
Francesca dives out of the window, just a mirror for a man
A broken doll on a crooked street, her camera a thousand pieces
To the victor the spoils, a flag pierces her soft and subtle breast

With indifference I failed you, drew my knees around my chin
The female body as blossom, blew into the face of the crowd
Lolita and Peter, punctured, their spoons now bent and burnt,
The curdled milk of the sky is smearing all the stained glass
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