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Cecilia And The Silhouette Saloon Lyrics - Singles - The Blood Brothers

murder = white out. 

cancer = birth blouse. 

mirror = perfect glass spouse. 

oil = sex paint. 

shower = water saint. 

Death decodes the howls from our hands. 

skull = noise nest. 

TV = fuck test. 

mirror = siamese gun kiss. 

sugar = birth bait. 

murder = loves fate. 

death distills the camouflage from our dance. 

death inverts the red from romance. 

Death x-rays the angels of chance. 

death; the anti mirror of infants. 

Like a picture hiding beneath the digital Avalanche. 

When cecilia's grave cracked like a dirt cacoon, 

she pulled up a stool at the silhouette saloon. 

The player piano mumbling crippled jigs, 

black widows knitting victimless wigs. 

When cecilia's throat slit like a second set of lips 

she drooled braille bibles onto the brothel bed spread, 

like an egg whose yoke defies child bearing hips. 

Like a ghost who fears all of the deceased and dead. 

(time eats the flesh and spits out the shadow like a useless wishbone.) 

But that locket spinning around her neck, 

whose hearth heats a dead valentine, 

you know the phantom trail leads way to a muted grave. 

Where is his voice now? 

A dead tone in the flutter of drunken wings, 

Where is his blushed cheek now, 

A face unraveled in shadow, veiled in blind laughter. 

Where are those sex ripened lips, 

his kiss print still warm on several necks. 

Where is love now? 

 

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murder = white out. 

cancer = birth blouse. 

mirror = perfect glass spouse. 

oil = sex paint. 

shower = water saint. 

Death decodes the howls from our hands. 

skull = noise nest. 

TV = fuck test. 

mirror = siamese gun kiss. 

sugar = birth bait. 

murder = loves fate. 

death distills the camouflage from our dance. 

death inverts the red from romance. 

Death x-rays the angels of chance. 

death; the anti mirror of infants. 

Like a picture hiding beneath the digital Avalanche. 

 

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