Rival Sons Sacred Tongue
Come to you on broken wing
naked as you knew I'd be
will you shave my head
and wash the world from my mouth?
Will you whisper in my hands
and let me dance inside your chest
till my tongue is sacred again?
Come to you with poisoned eyes
violent as my death will be
won't you wash my face
and take away my anger?
Will you whisper in my hands
and let me dance inside your chest
till my tongue is sacred again?
