A butchers grin from ear to ear

No one outside who can hear

Don't you think your time has come?

I hear

Powders melt inside the cup

Don't you think she's drunk too much?

Touch the lips that blueish cold

She's not too old

Turn the gas on high speed

Shut the windows tightly

Wrap the babies safe and warm

I hear

Pull the wings off lightly

Break the bones politely

Don't you think the time has come?

To raise the line

A sweethearts sharpened kiss

Twenty four marks on her breast

A lover gasp rings through the might

I hear

Pull the wings off lightly

Break the bones politely

Don't you think the time has come?

I hear

Powders melt inside the cups

Don't you think she's drunk too much?

Touch the lips that blueish cold

She's not too old

Blueish eyes through the earth stare

Frozen face without a care

Another chance to raise the line

I hear