Childbirth tears upon her muscle

Very first second a screaming icon

Babies in time barely even recognise

Words that once stroked now bruising tired lips



My idea of love comes from

A childhood glimpse of pornography

Though there is no true love

Just a finely tuned jealousy



Life becoming a landslide

Ice freezing nature dead

Life becoming a landslide

I don't wanna be a man



Everyday more numb to agony

This the howl this the sigh of the lonely

One day I realise oil on canvas

Can never paint a petal so so delicate



My idea of love comes from

A childhood glimpse of pornography

Though there is no true love

Just a finely tuned jealousy



Life becoming a landslide

Ice freezing nature dead

Life becoming a landslide

I don't wanna be a man



My idea of love comes from

A childhood glimpse of pornography

Though there is no true love

Just a finely tuned jealousy



Life becoming a landslide

A mile empty inside

Life becoming a landslide

Desire on its knees