You are the melting men You are the situation There is no time to breathe And yet one single breath Leads to an insatiable desire Of suicide...in sex
So many blazing orchids Burning in your throat Making you choke Making you sigh Sigh in tiny deaths
So melt! My lover, melt! She said melt! My lover, melt!
You are the melting men And as you melt You are beheaded Handcuffed (in lace and blood and sperm) Swimming in poison Gasping in the fragrance Sweat carves a screenplay Of discipline...and devotion
Chorus
Can you see? See into the back of a long, black car Pulling away from the funeral of flowers With my hand between your legs Melting... sevrin
Printer Friendly Version
