Do You Fear For Your Child

My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult
Album : I See Good Spirits, I See Bad Spirits

Waylaid by the hand that leads, scale the heights of intimacyForewarned, unarmed, one intoxicating whiff, and you're snaredOne intoxicating whiff and you're snaredClutching at barbsDose up to delirium, cross circles of death for goodDeflect contests, one intoxicating whiff, and you're snaredMock me, I'm convulsing, I'm clutching at barbsCrass pity goes the deepest, it magnifies the drossThe dross, the drossA grip enforced barely healing, I'm clutching at barbsLeave me to snatch and paw, then lick up my woundsStruggle spent, I concede defeatSwing for scumbags who heaved the leashSoft hands, sweet chance, one intoxicating whiff, and I'm snaredOne intoxicating whiff, and I'm snared