Witchless C Spot - Le Butcherettes

My lover’s eyes are grey like sand

Little teeth bite harder when you feed it dead hands

Our movement stands high on a silver Lincoln

Better get a move on it before he drives away

Bloody back is a crime

Bloody back is a crime inside my mouth

Sinister arms are strong like hair

Molecules shake harder when you show me you care

This James Dean baby got me on the run

Move on the run when you feed me dead hands

Where this mouth is a dent

Witchless C spot caused five inner deaths

Where my head ain’t worth a fix

Worth a fiz, oh no

Draggin' your skin

I’m pulling it from within

It' got a hold

Turning me into mass

Losin' my hair

This ride has given me hell

Me as your mold

I’m only hear as your ghost

The realisation has been forced in me

That this little love I have for you is in vain

My un awareness suffocates your drive

Move on the run when waters are gone

Sinister arms are strong like hair

Molecules shake harder when you show me you care

This James Dean baby got me on the run

Move on the run when you feed me dead hands