Stir The Blood

The birds are up when he collapses through the door Spilling out in constellations on the floor Soaked in liquor, he's soft as bread And everything that's left of him to beckon to his bed He is a nocturnal, always alone But you'll speak in secret cod

I Am Your Skin And you know me now like a mother knows a child And you know me now like I came from your own body I can feel your pulse like a moth inside a jar And even this is still too far Even this is still too far I wanna be your skin I wanna fe

Burn, burn the house on fire I'm so sick and tired I can still remember your sound It's cut, cut, cutting me down I'm locked and loaded You're so milk and roses And I am just a letdown of your hound It's cut, cut, cutting me down Like slow poison Cut