Alex, do you know what's in my teeth?
Is it the piercings of a bull
This life of mine feels dull
Are you watching me yet?
We, the beheaded men
Their hands reaching out of our throats
They killed the hens
We starve for a dance
You'll be starving soon, my love
We don't lie to ourselves, do we?
Our dried voices scream out for help
But nothing ever comes out
The rain goes dark
As the lambs scrutinize for freedom
The cattle, what about them?
You already know though, didn't you?
The things they did for me out of love
They take and break what isn't theirs
While I'm still child, I turn him on
A sword, a dick, he wants to pierce
The things they did for me out of love
I'm kissed by death, I wish it was
It never mattered, I'm just 15
And still am I an innocent
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm
We do not lie to ourselves, do we my love?