House Of Come Lyrics

mothers poor child is dieing with fear for his lover
pleasurable needle shaft, little black devils through their bodies
though the message made clear, too late to think where their god is
but they harbored their fears 'til the day that their ashes were scattered

as they took me to *, the hurt and the shame wouldn't matter
if they knew that in years, the worth of their lives *

forgotten whose, forgotten whose
ignoring fears
taken inhaled
forgotten whose
ignoring fears
taken inhaled

feeling this good, they say to the point of displeasure
leaving marks of *(blue health?) from her thick belt of leather
but they held back your tears for a day that would last for forever

forgotten whose, forgotten whose
ignoring fears
taken inhaled
forgotten whose
ignoring fears
taken inhaled