In my little black dress I have come to confess
That defiance is not what it seems
I am covered in dirt and my fingers they hurt
From the women I’ve tried to appease
I am soothing my soul with indulgence and gold
I will bury my face in your loins
I will master this dance with my cock in your hands
There's a slot in my back for the coins
There's a little black man in the palm of my hand
Who keeps saying that fire will come
I have wandered this earth from the time of my birth
So my legs they are starting to numb
In the heart of my soul I will make me a hole
Just to marvel when evil comes out
Let my silence convey all the things I can’t say
You can salvage my sex with your mouth
In my little black dress I have come to confess
That defiance is not what it seems
My devotion is dead like the thoughts in my head
Are we searching for omens to see?
Every moment of fate is determined by hate
Please bestow me a reason to kill
There’s a little white man in the palm of my hand
Who keeps saying to do what thou wilt
I put out I put in, it’s my cardinal sin
Please enjoy throwing pearls before swine
What we build always fall
There is nothing at all that will last till the ending of time
Only carnage makes sense, let the madness commence
Let's make demons and gods out of men
Can compassion survive when we cease to comply
With the concept of death as the end? |
