Opus Kink Children
Down in the stairwell, the key to my heart
We raised a child, we tore it apart
I let it show me the terror of love
All of my failures, they fit like a glove, and now
Get them away from me
Oh get them away from me
Please get them away from me
All of them swinging by the tongue from daddy's tree
I can't forgive myself
For what I'm about to do
I'm born again each night
Just to see it through
Fruit of my labour
Rotting in the sewer
Carry my babies
To some green valley where they may lay
A touch of fear, a little disgust
To keep it coming, we do what we must
Ain't nothing sweeter than the broken back
Of a half-formed diatribe on all I lack, and I
Need something to take the edge
Oh, something to take the edge
Give me something to take the edge
Off a night spent swinging in the gantry by my head
I can't forgive myself
For what I'm about to do
I'm born again each night
Just to see you through
Fruit of my labour
Rotting in the sewer
Carry my babies
To some green valley where they may lay
I can't forgive myself
For what I'm about to do
I'm giving up the ghost
And nailing it to you
Fruit of my labour
Rotting in the sewer
Carry my babies
To some green valley
Fruit of my labour
Rotting in the sewer
Carry my babies
To some green valley where they may lay
