Project Pitchfork. Corps D'Amour. Crash. Zeneszám

this morning
you got up early
I was still sleeping
I was exhausted
I was having dreams
that had blood in them
that had weapons in them
wet dreams
wet dreams
I woke up crying
you were gone
last night you kissed me
I pushed you away
my push made you want
to
kiss me again - no
I pushed you away
you kissed me and kissed

me
get off me
get off me
last night I got up
didn't wash
I was wet with acrid
sweat
sweat that doesn't
smell like sex
smells like anger and fear
smells like anger and fear
my dear!
smells like anger and fear
my dear!