Blockout

As she slowly undresses you can feel her skin burn
You can hold her so firm like the factory presses
And if she turns to blue you'll be happier too
Knives out, nails in, chain-saws
it's all part of your codes
So the memories flow in and you slowly begin
a ritual of violence mixed up with love
giving in to this sin and you know it's unholy
still it keeps you in balance
breaks you into a role
makes your ego to grow
it makes perfect sense
it makes good incense

You see her eyes speak of fear locked untold
It stands between you and with time it moulds
into something gigantic, into something so big
of it cannot be spoken and in no heart it will fit

Bites and scratches and sun
Where's the medi terra
between your hand and my gun

Girls- they can be quite like men
They are confused and they hide in a den
Your girl's now a woman, she doesn't know how to mend
Her only shelter is your fist and your helping hand
Hands of a boy or the hands of a friend?
Hands that are coy or those that can lend?

As she slowly tucks in, as you feel her caress
You're so free of stress so she silently sleeps in
You don't feel she is broken, words are unspoken
But she knows you're like her, you're rotten
Knives out, cuffs in, a new token
for the ritual of something untold
sunrays penetrate in bringing end to the scene
reflecting non-sin, a more peaceful marine
shining still before turmoil
until the feeling can coil
every thing is to spoil
with the break of the dawn
with the break of your head
I wish more silence on your part
until I can talk in some sense
until the rebirth of romance