| Forlornication The taste is sweet upon my lips That loosens your embrace On this thing that no one any longer values. The smell is sweet upon my hands That loosens your grip On what is lost and forgotten. The maiden lost her head, The maiden just forgot, God�s not only dead, His body has been lost. The pressure is too great, Soon, soon that wall will break. Let go of that which you held so dearly, And hold tighter the shoulders that take it. Let go of the inhibition you held not long ago, And hold tighter your breath in anticipation. Let go of the morals which God gave you, God is dead, and His body is lost. I�ll take it all away And break that boundary. I�ll take the pain away And hold that blossom. And for you I�ll come And take all these things away. |