Paroles de Nightingale

Eyes starved on stitched thread Cancer breeds the blind Fed the son with skin shed Lap of insecticide Gashes wet my heaving breast Raped the blood in, exocrine Swallow the seed in dance of death I'll carve this into your heart Perched corpse of entrails Mimes her cut-out tongue Beauty out of betrayal Sacred nightingale song Taken flight No forgiveness Sweet revenge Togetherness