paroles de chanson Razor Blade Tongue - Pyrophoria

Why are you hell bent
A propellant
I am the shell and
Very well can
Be more help than
A held hand
Compelled man
Instead stands
Says ladies can
Stick to a pan

Tar black, I crack, a stack, a rack, I pack, I lack, two way track, turn pages back, blackjack, hijack

I was assaulted
Rifle
Asphalted
Cycle
Faulted
What all did
They stifle
The scalded
An eyeful

Tide's pull
I am the moon's skull
All Wolf no wool
In school
The one rule
Was cruel
Was that I play the fool
Now I pocket a hand tool

Husband and wife
Sylvia Plath strife
I'm still beaten in another life
My wound is a knife
Speech
Another strike
I am almost lifelike
Did I have eyesight
I brought a wound to a gunfight
Husband and hold tight
I regrow a limb every night

A woman was made to kill
It's not the look it's the will
Razor blade tongue still
Run of the mill
Run of the mill
Fire drill
Jack fell but Jill
Then stood on the hill
Her laugh was shrill
I spat out every pill
Dug in the landfill
Until
I could drill
Up the thrill
And spill
Over like a daffodil

Oh dead man walks
But mostly he talks
And talks
And mocks and mocks
And locks and unlocks
The music box
Dance you fucking Fox
I see him on the docks
Hitting rocks
The door knocks
He blocks
The man at the door drops
The box
Hits the sidewalks
No doorbell to ring
Just ringing out of her shots