Reflections
by:
Seneca
Wounded flesh, wounded soul
why won't you let me lick your wounds closed
I dug a hole just to see how far you would let me go
your life force pumped out like black gold
your life force pumped out like black gold
black gold
So bite your tongue baby
Bleed for me
I wanna see you coming in
I wanna see you covered in it
slit and twist to let me in
Let me scalp through the beauty and past the skin
all the way to your secret garden
I dug a hole just to see how far you would let me go
your life force pumped out like black gold
your life force pumped out like black gold...
and your blood was all over me
it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen
so cut yourself, and I'll cut me, and we'll tell everyone
it was true love...