Heartbreaking bravery exists
When you were next to the wild animals
I was the baby still on the tit
Now I want your sex
But I am not the fox
With blood stained lips
Standing over the kill
Oh, but, babe, I’m afraid you are the kill
Heartbreaking bravery exists
When you run with the razor sharp
When you run with the silver quick
When you see names of angels on the back of your eyelids
That look like they were carved in a fit of violence
By those you call exclusively yours
And when you call exclusively angels to your windowsill
Oh, then, babe, I’m afraid, you are the kill
I’ve got the blood and the cause to bleed
Because I’ve got the blood, but not the blood lust you need
I’ve got the blood and the cause to bleed
Because I’ve got the blood, but not the blood lust you need
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