Damn the Lamb

[This Little Lady]

Damn the Lamb

 

White hot,

tongue to teeth

I can feel its depth rising

with so sign of relief.

 

I could thrust all I have out of this body

and cut it into the wind

I could crave and shape the madness

that I've been writhing in.

 

You better have someone to hold me back

cause when I unleash I won't relent

I won't give you any sympathy

for all the silver you spent

 

You state your claim that you've seen the light

that your changed, and you've found your way

Well what a hypocrite you've become

when what you are you'll gladly slay.

 

You'll pool the blood

you'll hound the meat

you'll gnaw at your own wounds

to gain something sweet.

 

And for all your butchering

for all your untidy crimes

I have hunted in your eyes

and read between the lines.

 

Whimper and whine that its all not your fault

Cry wolf for your wounds and tend to them with salt.