Beautiful lamb-child
make the angels dance and laugh
spare yourself, child,
make your best mistake your last
worn out sheep's clothing
lying bloodied on the floor
but still, the devil in your friend
cries out for more
throw up a truth
swallow a lie
you're no angel,
but neither was I
bloody my nose
out of my face
othing can take your place
pull me out
and put a new one back in
we'll get ourselves together
and get out of the shit
cold steel, lubricate
take the flesh from my face
brutal words that cut like sand
and you split a lip...I understand
I think I...
understand
worn out sheep's clothing
lying bloodied on the floor
and still, the devil in your friendcries out for more
cold steel, lubricate
take the flesh from my face
brutal words, at last I send
you split the lip...I understand
I think I understand