Brutal Romance

All shapes and colours Rolled and stained in aging hands Sculpted explosions Histories unfold Our Jackson Pollocked earth turns A silent witness Lonely as silent Poets bequeath best attempts Romanticising The brutality Of the ages and of us Avarice and lust Love and death, and death and love Brutal Romance The silver thread, the sharpened knife A spinning slow-dance I can't remember before Warmth in the veins, lead in the core Brutal Romance You're dripping with gold Mine is more interior Yours is sinking you Men at attention Devouring a drowning fleet Epaulettes of charm Love and death, and death and love Brutal Romance A silver thread, a sharpened knife In a spinning slow-dance I can't remember before Breath in the lungs, blood on the door Brutal Romance And I want to sing Over them and into them What cannot be unsung And I want to sing Over you and into you What cannot be unsung And I want to sing Over them and into them What cannot be unsung And I want to sing Over you and into you What cannot be unsung Love and death, and death and love Brutal Romance A silver thread, a sharpened knife A spinning slow-dance I can't remember before Washington of wounds, won inner wars Brutal Romance Brutal Romance Brutal Romance