Jude

Sharpen your knife Twisting up my side Twist it every time you say You're sorry for your life You sadist fuck In pastoral love Maybe you should be Maybe you should be Not so obscure But you think too much Gets out of touch Not yourself enough Charter lost time Your cause has grown so ripe Your cause should finally fall from sky And out your line of sight It blooms in rust But it tastes like trust Maybe you should be Maybe you should be Not so obscure But you think too much Gets out of touch Not yourself enough Paper cuts and dusty leather Smells like yellow blood Paper cuts and dusty leather Smells like yellow blood Smells like yellow blood Smells like yellow blood Smells like yellow blood