The Correct Moment of Desperation
There's a little pleasure in the desperation of your eyes
There's a little hatred in the cat claws
But with a little pressure you could have let me know
What a zone, what a zone
The correct place of pressure
The correct movement of desperation
There's so much pleasure in the desperation of leather
Your passion is destructive, but fuck it it's so seductive
Just to hit you anyway
So mean it like you bleed it
If I'm gonna live by your hand I'm gonna live in style
If you're gonna die by my black eye you're surely gonna ask me why
Press me on the correct moment of desperation
You never hold me like I hold the sickle cells in you
So can you know me for a moment before I go
'cause you never hold me like I hold the sickle cells in you
So can you know me for a moment before I go?