Body Unknown - Marc Almond, Foetus

You’re running for the kitchen drawer to find a knife to end me

'Cause if I’m not yours anymore then no-one else shall have me

The mirror broke seven years to go of misery and corrosion

We can watch our kind of love

We gotta a dangerous obsession

And there was a look that froze your eyes

Of irrational destruction

I only saw you through a selfish

Smokescreen of corruption

I fell upon you, threw you down

And out like other flotsam

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Put your photo in my book of bodies

Like a killer counts the notches

Smile about you sometimes

When drawing of the catches

A gallery from the photo-booth

A hundred frozen faces

Body or no, all overthrown

All weary, worn out, wasted

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I clasp your wrist, the edge cuts

Into the little finger

Its not the pain of skin wound

Its the mentalness that lingers

And your hair was wet, torrential tears

I always hear you crying

And I smelled you head, damp like a dog

That smell of damp dogs dying

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You cry

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You cry

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