No Means On
To fleer you is to stay by your side
To fear you is to press this thorn in your side
Won't you kiss your ends?
Will you hold her hand and waltz with her?
Will she take her wand and cause you to suffer?
Spin my magic, precious
Won't you take her hand for me?
Lie in for me as I am beginning
Reconcile me for these sins
As the newlyborn begin their sinning
Slow, spin the record
So we can hear precisely what was heard
I bore your love like a scratch on my teeth
You showed me your love rolled into the words
Of a dead letter in the hands of the dead messenger
Tied by grey ribbon, exposed at the sides
Hold this chain like your father taught you to
Push the innocent animals up to the flame
I'd thrust mine in first, if it would sanctify you
Who drew our blood in our beds?
Your chemicals were mixed for her
You're the only who could've done...
And mine will match yours for sure
You're the only who could've done...