The Luxury of Tears - Christian Death
In a phallic, stone tower
We rise and fly or stand knee deep in water
Skin is smooth and damp
Every time he crosses them
And there are bones in bed with that child
A figure behind the glass
Me in his mouth
The man has come and gone
Aroused my photographic memory
Orphan sons and his raw hands
Were slammed in his face
Like fire under whores
Insect, smiling eyes project rain
Blaze against his teeth
The luxury of tears
burned my fingers
Spinning devils of snow
The luxury of tears
burned my fingers
Spinning devils of snow
The luxury of tears
burned my fingers
Spinning devils of snow
The luxury of tears
burned my fingers
Spinning devils of snow
Oh devils must know
The luxury of tears
Changing his shape
He raised his eyes
Eyes masked with green
Threw out his arms
Pulled open the door
A moist, sour tongue down the silver screen
Down the silver screen
Usher in the bleak years
Through his yawning neck
I undress in his throat
A passion for dust
Was slammed in his face
Pull them down by the wings
A rose from my ribs
Stole back up the stairs
And laughed in his face
Laughed in his face
The luxury of tears
burned my fingers
Spinning devils of snow
The luxury of tears
burned my fingers
Spinning devils of snow
The luxury of tears
burned my fingers
Spinning devils of snow
The luxury of tears
burned my fingers
Spinning devils of snow
Oh devils must know
The luxury of tears
burned my fingers
Spinning devils of snow
The luxury of tears
burned my fingers
Spinning devils of snow
The luxury of tears
burned my fingers
Spinning devils of snow
The luxury of tears
Oh devils must know
The luxury of tears