The Blushing Bride

作曲：T.Gronsdahl,Y.Kypriotis

作词：T.Gronsdahl

Its caress can bring color to the cheek

Blushing like a piece of ripening fruit

Or portion of perfectly cooked meat

Blushing like a sore

It seeks to reconcile the horror of so much blood

With abstract notions of beauty and love

It's twelve wooden treads

Twelve risers consumed in fire and flame

One more of a thousand lonely acts of god

And there is no one to blame

Sanity is fine for the sane

Same goals for the liar

The petty the pretty

The poverty of imagination is simply more the same

How could it be anything other

Word to the benevolent father

Word to the omniscient mother

Smother me in kisses not this blanket of thick black smoke

Or choke me merely for your pleasure

Spare my life today and murder me at your leisure

Whole world in his hands

Whole world in his hands

Tiny little baby spare me your sympathy

Relinquish certainty fine

I'll just keep drifting from one sucking chest wound to another

The privilege is all mine

Room after room of beautiful flower arrangements

A tomb of one's own a nauseating perfume

And regardless of when it all happens

It will surely be too soon

Immune to particular truth

Empirical proof has a tendency to trump

Even a well articulated hunch

I begrudge you nothing others everything

I cannot ask I cannot study your eyes

I cannot inspect your features for half truths or outright lies

I cannot know nobody can really know anybody

I came to this conclusion pretty much on my own

I will not quiet these hands

My mind will not be silent

I will not stand for it or up for it

I can't decide I will not be moved

I will not be touched

I will listen for your voice in every empty cup