Silhouettes of an English Rose
With Codeine breath
Hidden by cigarette smoke,
She has scars on her thighs
But her eyes remain wide,
To you and me,
Till we’re up to our knees
In the hurricane water
We are hers to slaughter
Kisses just like a woman
But she’ll break you,
Like a little child.

Silhouettes of a factory girl pose,
Eyes fixed on my own
With a raptorial glow,
So the lynching begins
As she sheds several skins,
Takes the fight from the dogs
And the kick from the clogs.

Sometimes you’re not yourself
Sometimes you’re someone else.

You were close to me,
My eyes were closed,
I remember you spoke.
You were close to me,
My grey matter ghost,
I remember you spoke.

Silhouettes of an English Rose
She breathes down your neck
While removing her clothes,
In a monotone drone,
Gives you chills to the bone,
She says you’re all alone,
But you’re not on your own!

Sometimes you’re not yourself
Sometimes you’re someone else.

You were close to me,
My eyes were closed,
I remember you spoke,
You were close to me,
My grey matter ghost,
I remember you spoke,

You were close to me.
You were close to me.

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