Lydia Lunch
Knives In The Drain
My windows are on the streetand there's knives in my drainI've broken the cardboardforced fists in my brainI blacken the walls as I suffer my youthI've got the cancer of birth and I ask what's the usethere's knives in my drainand there's shafts in my braincurling the hairs and every man's madbroken fingers of passion and every girl's sadI'm split and unbled and I'm ripped to the soreevery man's madness and I'm hurdling ripped to the corethere's knives in my drainempty splints in my brainI've carved knives in my hair, it's every man's dreamI've broken the passion and every girl bleedsI'm blackened and bleeding, I'm ripped to my youthevery man's madness, and I ask, what's the use?
From Letras Mania