Yes I Can't
Would you come crawlin
in the night
holding my severed head
to the candle light
serving my heart
for a fancy feast
how can beauty turn into
such a beast
Well I would
if I could
Yes I can't
Would you heal the sick
and raise the dead
turn the TV off
and let's make love instead
Lose our minds
in passion's warm embrace
explode my every inch
into a holy place
I'm breathing backwards
and my head is spinning round
I watch my body crawling back
into the ground