Lydia Lunch
Mechanical Flattery
Fingers move fingers my wrists made of satindon't be afraid of what's gonna happenelbows to ankles my fists out of placeI turn around backwards and off slides my faceBones splinter shattered dissolving my skinmy torso melts it flows out my shinsopen so open a circular markthe cut on my forehead it glows in the darkRan away dark dank stank moss creepscross the river I run from the dark stark fearfor I'd run, I run from the nightI say so sad so dead and madan angry diehard tears fall like my veins in pain they torch my mouth the saintRan away dark dank stank moss it creepscross the river I run from the dark stark fearI run from the night
From Letras Mania