Paroles de Weapon

Where is my palette I'm white as rind Parasites done come Made a mess of my mind And where is my whisky Where is my wine Jesus Christ I don't know What to do with this blood on my thighs I'm a shadow I'm an echo And i feel just like a reflection I think I'll go Naked in the snow Searching for angels 'cause I couldn't reassure you enough You know my invitations aint precise And I'll cut my collar low so it makes sense I'd give my body just to lose my head Where is my telephone That old land line That would keep me waiting for your voice sometimes And where is her throat I wonder And I don't know What have I done with my weapon Tear at my skin You can have it I've lost it again Sick from habit Lain with a witch thrown me into traffic Hey I'll bear this infant My love and i can share it