Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene

I watch the work of my kin, bold and boyful Toying somewhere between love and abuse Calling to join them the wretched and joyful Shaking the wings of their terrible youths Freshly disowned in some frozen devotion No more alone or myself could I be Lurched like a stray to the arms that were open No shortage of sordid, no protest from me With her sweetened breath and her tongue so mean She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene With her straw-blond hair, her arms hard and lean She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh I lay my heart down with the rest at her feet Fresh from the fields all feeder and fertile It's bloody and raw but I swear it is sweet With her sweetened breath and her tongue so mean She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene With her straw-blond hair, her arms hard and lean She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-ooh Whoa-oh, whoa-ooh In leash-less confusion I'll wander the concrete Wonder if better now having survived Jarring of judgment and reasons defeat The sweet heat of her breath in my mouth I'm alive With her sweetened breath and her tongue so mean She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene With her straw-blond hair, her arms hard and lean She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene With her sweetened breath and her tongue so mean She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene With her straw-blond hair, her arms hard and lean She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene