Fangs

And every time she tries to find The kind of love that won't leave her behind She ends up feeling like some sort of shadow on the wall Raised and braised on mysticism Like Jesus flesh and cataclysmic Punishment for following The hunger her pleasure creates She falls downstairs completely aware It'll tarnish her beauty beyond all repair The bruises that blossom remind her she's human She hates that more than the fact (So she) She hides her fangs behind her back She slips them in when no one's watching Pretends to laugh At the boxes she's been born in She hides her fangs out in the open Hoping somebody will steal them And her When she was young she held a fantasy Of being the female Steve McQueen Careening an ancient motorcycle Through the throngs of those she hates The spirit of sperm it haunts her thoughts Like harnesses for golden swans Her belly deserves a future much brighter Than a hovel for a squatter She chews her fingers down to the bone Whenever she feels her life's out of control She plays the piano, it sounds like tornadoes But who will tell her the truth? (I won't) She hides her fangs behind her back She slips them in when no one's watching Pretends to laugh At the boxes she's been born in She hides her fangs out in the open Hoping somebody will steal them And her Every time she tries to find The kind of love that won't leave her behind She ends up feeling like some sort of shadow on the wall And I wish that I could provide The kind of weapons money don't buy Together we'd go hunting through The hollows of our hearts And kill the things that keep us down And cut the strings to which our fears seem bound You kiss the flicker of the flames that burn us out From within