F#mI watch the work of my C#9kin bold and F#mboyful
F#mToying somewhere between C#9love and aF#mbuse
ECalling to join them the Awretched and joyful
F#mShaking the wings of their C#9terrible F#myouths

Freshly dissolved in some frozen devotion,
No more alone or myself could I be,
Looks like a strain to the arms it were open,
No shortage of sordid, no protest from me.

With herF#m sweetened breath, and herA tongue so mean
She's theE angel of small death and theF#m codeine scene
With herF#m straw-blonde hair, herA arms hard and lean
She's theE angel of small death and theF#m codeine scene

Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh I,
Lay my heart down with the rest at her feet,
Fresh from the fields, all feeder and fertile,
Bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet.

With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean,
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene,
With her straw-blonde hair, her arms hard and lean,
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene.

And to ease this confusion, I'll wander the concrete,
Wonder if better now having survived,
Jarring of judgement and reasons defeat,
The sweet heat of her breath in my mouth I'm alive.

With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean,
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene,
With her straw-blonde hair, her arms hard and lean,
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene. x2