Angel Of Small Death & The Codeine Scene

I watch the work of my kin
Bold and boyful
Toying somewhere
Between love and abuse
Calling to join them
The wretched and joyful
Shaking the wings
Of their terrible youths
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 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
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 fur tires
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 lease 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
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