My Grandpa farmed for a livin',. Content to live the simpler kind of life.. My Grandma worked in the kitchen,. Awfully proud to be that farmer's wife..
I pull the punch when I hit the walls. No one pulls shit when I fall. I'm isolated in a century of despair. Man's love's reflecting my walls are bare.
Out where the bright lights are glowing you're drawn like a moth to a flame. You laugh while the wine's overflowing while I sit and whisper your name.
The thoughts from my mind. Command my lips, say, "I hate you". The thoughts from my mind. Command my hands to cut your silken flesh. . The thoughts from my mind.