Album: Savage

Savage

Words of power are killing me
While the sun displays its teeth.
All mockery is laughing
All violence is cheap.
She said...
quot;These are my guns
These are my furs
This is my living room. quot;
quot;You can play with me there sometimes
If you catch me in the mood. quot;
Savage
Savage
Savage
You savage...

She said...
quot;I have this unhappiness
To wear around my neck. quot;
quot;It's a pretty piece of jewellery
To show what I protect. quot;
She said...
quot;Everything is fiction
All cynic to the bone. quot;
quot;So don't ask me to stay with you
Don't ask to see me home. quot;
Savage
Savage
Savage
You savage...