bluephisto
War Child
Train
The blood-rosy water
That washed white your slaughter
Mingles quite nicely with your brand of pain.
You've tied yourself to the tracks,
Counted on my coming back,
Coming back here to hear you
And untie you again.
So go on and blame me,
Swing that lead-limp to maim me,
You always looked good in the thorns and the red,
Curse me for your slips,
With a sneer on your lips
Hold those "I love you"s like a gun to my head.
Scream at me in the rain
To jump when you ring your pain,
But I think that I'll leave you
to deal with your train.
_J. Fehr
The blood-rosy water
That washed white your slaughter
Mingles quite nicely with your brand of pain.
You've tied yourself to the tracks,
Counted on my coming back,
Coming back here to hear you
And untie you again.
So go on and blame me,
Swing that lead-limp to maim me,
You always looked good in the thorns and the red,
Curse me for your slips,
With a sneer on your lips
Hold those "I love you"s like a gun to my head.
Scream at me in the rain
To jump when you ring your pain,
But I think that I'll leave you
to deal with your train.
_J. Fehr