Cringe
Title: Cringe
Category: Song Lyric
Published: N/A
Date: Spring 2004
I cringe with your touch, from pleasure not pain
There's far more to a scar than blue severed veins
Your fingers glide on skin that holds a hidden truth
This facade gleams strong but I can't kill the roots
Those gnarled vines that burrow clear into crying bones
Gnarled vines that tie me here dying dead all alone
Vines that bleed toxic hope into my heart, into my head
But somehow when I sever vines I shed my blood instead
(chorus)
I cringe cringe cringe, cringe with your touch
I cringe cringe cringe, cringe with your touch
I roll with delight and I quiver in pain
Cringe knowing only failure at this lovin' game
I cringe with your touch, from pleasure not pain
In you I find darling, more than a simple face or name
I thought feelings were a pleasure I abandoned long ago
But again my heart beats beneath layers of encrusted stone
A quiet pulse it thumps again vibrant bold proud and true
Crushing rocks the prison home that forever kept subdued
Any capacity for tenderness, all passions blatantly denied
Reminded of a time before I wished to only curl up and die
I cringe with your touch, from pleasure not pain
On the sweeping desert sands of dehydrated moral decay
I drowned my sorrow lush and dead on liquor and flesh
Deviating in the street an idle vain degenerate mess
Out of the gutter you lull me with angel voice and face
The robes of rogues seem empty doused in your embrace
Torn from the dark arms of debauchery rendered incomplete
Into the smitten terror and elation of adoration sweet
Category: Song Lyric
Published: N/A
Date: Spring 2004
I cringe with your touch, from pleasure not pain
There's far more to a scar than blue severed veins
Your fingers glide on skin that holds a hidden truth
This facade gleams strong but I can't kill the roots
Those gnarled vines that burrow clear into crying bones
Gnarled vines that tie me here dying dead all alone
Vines that bleed toxic hope into my heart, into my head
But somehow when I sever vines I shed my blood instead
(chorus)
I cringe cringe cringe, cringe with your touch
I cringe cringe cringe, cringe with your touch
I roll with delight and I quiver in pain
Cringe knowing only failure at this lovin' game
I cringe with your touch, from pleasure not pain
In you I find darling, more than a simple face or name
I thought feelings were a pleasure I abandoned long ago
But again my heart beats beneath layers of encrusted stone
A quiet pulse it thumps again vibrant bold proud and true
Crushing rocks the prison home that forever kept subdued
Any capacity for tenderness, all passions blatantly denied
Reminded of a time before I wished to only curl up and die
I cringe with your touch, from pleasure not pain
On the sweeping desert sands of dehydrated moral decay
I drowned my sorrow lush and dead on liquor and flesh
Deviating in the street an idle vain degenerate mess
Out of the gutter you lull me with angel voice and face
The robes of rogues seem empty doused in your embrace
Torn from the dark arms of debauchery rendered incomplete
Into the smitten terror and elation of adoration sweet