Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I watch the work of my kin, bold and boyful Toying somewhere between love and abuse Calling to join them, the wretched and joyful Shaking the wings of their terrible youth Freshly disowned in some frozen devotion No more alone or myself could I be Lurched like a stranger, the arms that were open No shortage of sordid, no protest from me With her sweet and brave, and her tongue so mean She's the angel of small death and love for being seen With her straw blonde hair, her unhardened lean She's the angel of small death and love for being seen Feeling more human being hooked on her flesh And I lay my heart down with her and stare her feet Fresh from the fields or feed her infertile It's bloody and raw but our spirit is sweet With her sweet and brave, and her tongue so mean She's the angel of small death and love for being seen With her straw blonde hair, her unhardened lean She's the angel of small death and love for being seen Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh In useless confusion I wander the concrete Wonder if better, now having survived Jarring of judgement and reasons to feed the sweet heat of her breath In my mouth I'm alive with love Sweet and prevalent, not so mean She's the angel of small death and love Holding steel with birth, strong on heaven Fought and lead, she's the angel of small death and love Holding steel with birth, sweet and prevalent Not so mean, she's the angel of small death and love Holding steel with birth, strong on heaven Fought and lead, she's the angel of small death and love Holding steel www.LRCgenerator.com