Binge-Marriages

Binge - Marriages So loud The voice The life I take The sand From ground To hand I make So harsh The noise It soils My, my My head Head It hurts for miles I can’t And I won’t Be stormed And be still From what Still burns What I choose To kill So Oh blood Don’t tell me what should live when I have come from Hell And I should know what love is Blood Blood Blood Blood Yes Blood On my hands I did Drugged down In depths Of mine Unsolved Inside My child I swept To where a whore would ride me Call me by my birth name Call it, too, beside me Oh blood Don’t tell me what should live when I have come from Hell And I should know what love is Oh Death Oh Death My good, sweet friend Won’t you lend your hand and Be it gently lent when Oh him Oh him When he come and went said Won’t you lend your hand then Oh gently lance it Don’t tell me how my blood should live I was born here empty When I’ve naught to give and This how a war inside will find me Ruin good, sweet friends and Ruin digging sites To where the whore she rides me Calls me by my first name Calls it at my bedside Oh blood Don’t tell me what should live as I have come from Hell And I should know what love is