here's to the one
with the smoking stare
running through my head
with a bolo knife
chopping up the threads
made up from looms
of love and blood and hate
and some empty tunes
eyes killer cold
and black and bare
freaky little tooth hanging solo
sucking at the walls
like a rolo now
making a cocoon
where my brain fits
i wanna go back
i wanna go back
i wanna go back
with a club and attack
i wanna take to my guns
and break you
i gotta make my little foe
take his own
i wanna go back
i wanna go back
i wanna go back
with a club and attack
i wanna take to my guns
and break you
i gotta make my little foe
take his own
i'm overgrown with a yellow mould
just fizzing drones
in a hollow dome
my funny nose dripping
little groans
i'm so so cold
in the marrow of my bones
i look at you as you take a snooze
your skinny lips dripping
rabid goo
i lift your chin and i grin at you
as you come to man
i'm running round your head
with a bolo knife
i'm gonna go back
i'm gonna go back
i'm gonna go back to a face
no more mask
i was in full bloom
until i met you
i'm gonna shake my fetters
i'm breaking loose
i'm gonna go back
i'm gonna go back
i'm gonna go back to a face
no more mask
i was in full bloom
until i met you
i'm gonna shake my fetters
i'm breaking loose
i'm gonna go back
i'm gonna go back
i'm gonna go back to a face
no more mask
i was in full bloom
until i met you
i'm gonna shake my fetters
i'm breaking loose