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