Faderhead

Filthy whores, filthy priests
All the creatures in between
Broke my soul, deaf and cold
With sunken eyes and fists of stone
As we see the scenes in me
In my heart and in my dreams
Open mouth, twisted sounds
Face the man - pound for pound
My pain, your pain, our pain, we break
My pain, your pain, our pain, all dead
Break the needle, break the spoon
All your fears - still in bloom
Pick the leaves - she loves me not
Numbed by cheap discounter talk (great!)