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En Hiver
03:00
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I love to hate you, I am in winter. Frostbite hath claimed me, succumb to numbness.
Chorus
Freezing men don't laugh at murder. Bleeding, naked, in the bathtub. Open windows tempt the savory... women's heads float just as easily.
2.
Within the confines of crystal, reflected is my loathing. Under ice and still, chill waters, fish bite stiff men and children.
3.
In the fog, in the woods, at midnight... in a land where it's always winter, I cut the thin skin of my ankles and the sting follows me like army. Lashing like a bullwhip in the arctic, I fling icicles like bee-sting. Trapped in the glass of the sphere in the snowfall, I shut my eyes and sleep in sleet.
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(He’ll break your bones! He’ll break your bones!)
I will break all of your bones! I will break all of your bones!
(He’ll break your bones! He’ll break your bones!)
Send me your first born! Send him to war!
I’ll take all of your hopes and dash them apart!
I will break all of your bones! I will break all of your bones!
I’ll take all of your hopes and have supper!
I will eat up all of your dreams! I will eat up all of your dreams!
I am war.
I bring war.
I make wars.
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Wretched Little Pussy
05:18
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I fell when you put your hands on me. I wondered if the ground would bleed.
I laughed when you skinned your knee. It was the funniest thing I'd ever seen.
I wailed till I got skinny and then I ate everything.
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4. |
November Thirty-First
04:56
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5. |
Victorian Morning
04:31
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1.
We were scalded by the livid envy of the pinched bloom of winter.
Gouged by gray light, staggering doorsteps shed shivers and we touched,
brighter and brighter.
Chorus
I know my hands when they’re soaking in bourbon or wanting more bourbon or when they’re just cold.
I know that I’m old, a young nothing, I’ve killed off my children and eaten their hearts.
I know my mind when it’s shaking from bourbon or wanting more bourbon or when it’s just cold.
I know that I’m bold, a young coward, I’ll serve you small petulant pieces of the heart of a child.
2.
We were scolded by the frantic, rusted hinges of dawn-pitted birdsong.
I screamed at those sparrows with a voice of smoke and fear and I had enemies,
black, bristling feathers, louder and louder.
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