Anticipatin', salivatin', intoxicatin'. How I've been waitin'. To gently soak in. Your dream that's broken. . Caress my hands. Around your throat. When I choke.
Anticipating, salivating, intoxicating. How I've been waiting. To gently soak in. Your dream that's broken. Caress my hands. Around your throat. When I choke the last gasp of air out of you.
You tried to spit in the eye of a dead man's face. Attacked the ways of a man not yet in his grave. But your hate was over all too soon. Because nothing is over, and nothing's through.
Can you hear their cries?. Nowhere the children run to hide. Crimson rivers flow down hills, atone our ills. And woe to all her songs of love. . A farewell to arms.