Из альбома: Privilege*
He's lifelike when the light strikes right
But no less charmless otherwise
Surprised with where my interest lies
I try to bite my tongue this time
But tonight, Christ,
Can't you see my hands were tied?
My hands were tied
And on my mother's life
Suppose that I might throw this fight
God knows I truly tried
Come on, let's get this over with
I dreamt of this in triplicate
Don't trust my ? privileges
That just don't enter into this
Jesus Christ, look at the size of it
The size of it
You lips clench like a fist
What promises you wet them with
Brace yourself and this won't hurt a bit
And who could help but mourn for more than this?
I crossed myself before I crossed your lips
And cling my count to something just like this