childbirth tears upon her muscle
very first second a screaming icon
babies in time barely even recognise
words that once stroked now bruising tired lips
my idea of love comes from
a childhood glimpse of pornography
though there is no true love
just a finely tuned jealousy
life becoming a landslide
ice freezing nature dead
life becoming a landslide
i don't wanna be a man
everyday more numb to agony
this the howl this the sigh of the lonely
one day i realise oil on canvas
can never paint a petal so so delicate
my idea of love comes from
a childhood glimpse of pornography
though there is no true love
just a finely tuned jealousy
life becoming a landslide
ice freezing nature dead
life becoming a landslide
i don't wanna be a man
life becoming a landslide
ice freezing nature dead
life becoming a landslide
i don't wanna be a...
my idea of love comes from
a childhood glimpse of pornography
though there is no true love
just a finely tuned jealousy
life becoming a landslide
a mile empty inside
life becoming a landslide
desire on its knees
life becoming a landslide
a mile empty inside
life becoming a landslide
desire on its knees |