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oh i miss the kiss of treachery

the shameless kiss of vanity

the soft and the black

and the velvety up tight against the side of me

and mouth and eyes and heart all bleed

and run in thickening streams of greed

as bit by bit it starts the need to just let go my party piece



oh i miss the kiss of treachery

the aching kiss before i feed the stench of a love

for a younger meat

and the sound that it makes when it cuts in deep

the holding up on bended knees

the addiction of duplicities

as bit by bit it starts the need to just let go my party piece



but i never said i would stay to the end

so i leave you with babies and hoping for frequency

screaming like this in the hope of the secrecy

screaming me over and over and over

i leave you with photographs

pictures of trickery

stains on the carpet and stains on the scenery

songs about happiness murmured in dreams

when we both us knew how the ending would be...



so it's all come back round to breaking apart again

breking apart like i'm made up of glass again

making it up behind my back again

holding my breath for the fear of sleep again

holding it up behind my head again

cut in deep to the heart of the bone again

round and round and round and it's coming apart again

over and over and over



now that i know that i'm breaking to pieces

i'll pull out my heart and i'll feed it to anyone

crying for sympathy crocodile cry

for the love

of the crowd and the three cheers from everyone

dropping through sky through the glass of the roof

through the roof of your mouth

through the mouth of your eye

through the eye of the needle

it's easier for me to get closer to heaven

than ever feel whole again



i never said i would stay to the end

i knew i would leave you with babies and everything

screaming like this in the hole of sincerity

screaming me over and over and over

i leave you with photographs pictues of trickery

stains on the carpet and stains on the memory

songs about happiness murmured in dreams

when we both of us knew how the end always is...



how the end always is...