The Trickery Of All Words 歌词

A tension of touch seems to sooth your ways Luck of gentleman would stay away I lick the soul of a foot that I've fucked That little tension is bound to come up I ponder the ways to cut myself free From under the weight of your captivity You melt upon ice and I lick your nose I'll always find you and your delicate toes Dissolve the skin in which I taste and drool The slight scent of salt trapped in your navel I do love the feet and that's where it began The fetish of love was found in your skin When you found me I was lost in a mix Without any icing to sweeten your lips You walked on your souls, bandaged my knees I needed your heart in your vague body I ponder the ways to cut myself free From under the weight of your captivity I want to find you in a yarn knitted noose I'll suck you dry and then ring you loose Dissolve the skin in which I taste and drool The slight scent of salt trapped in your navel I do love the feet and that's where it began The fetish of love was found in your skin