Beneath The Scales
Lies and Stuff – Beneath The Scales
Bite Harder
Lies and Stuff – Bite Harder
Mob-handed
While it sleeps
It lies very stilll,
It lets you get close,
It’s eyes are shut,
It’s not dead.
XXX
P U N C H I N T H E S K U L L
Everything is Black
Remember > Forget > Repeat
My hands around your throat,
My teeth into your skin,
I breathe and the whole world collides,
Our sins come caving in.