Texty písní The Receiving End of Sirens

The Receiving End of Sirens

Saturnus

I've got this little itch that

I'd never learned to scratch

It seems that even if I had

I'd rather itch than not

And the pleasure is the lesser

When it giving to the pressure

Of an ever growing lust

And an always present want

All this is yours

Heres is your piece of it your part in it

Clench your jaws

With claws

You'll strangle it

You'll smother it

Damn right I want nothing to do with this

No part of it

Keep locked your jaws

I hope you choke on it

I'd fight to the death to keep it

This mere fondling is mine all mine

(the most subtle of snares)

I've cared so much with proving

That I've lost all love with proof

An ever growing craving

For A quickly feel fading

I'd trade my soul for a great big hole

And a heart to hard to heal

The craving grows

Fiercer and fiercer it grows

My heart is ringing out of tune

My heart is ringing out of tune

My heart is calling out for you

I'm the first to think

And the last to drink,

Of the words I've heard but rarely think

But I've found the well

It's mine all mine