Eros/Hands of Clay

I will take your nudity
I will take your perfume
I will lick your saliva
And I will take

Your flame
Your flame
Your flame

Your flame
Your flame
Your flame
Your flame
Your flame

Your wounds
Your wounds
Your wounds
Your wounds
Your wounds

Your blades
Your blades
Your blades
Your blades
Your blades
Your blades
Your blades

Your pride
Your pride
Your pride
Your pride

Your arms
Your arms
Your arms
Your arms
Your arms
Your arms


Your lies
Your lies
Your lies
Your lies
Your lies

Your lies
Your lies
Your lies
Your lies
Your lies

Your lies
Your lies
Your lies
Your lies
Your lies

Your lies
Your lies
Your lies
Your lies
Your lies

Your lies
Your lies
Your lies
Your lies
Your lies

Your lies
Your lies
Your lies
Your lies
Your lies

Your lies
Your lies
Your lies
Your lies
Your lies

Your lies
Your lies
Your lies
Your lies
Your lies

Your lies
Your lies

But I'm not a slave
With my bloody knees
I think I am free

I'm a promise
Hands on stillborn child
I think I'm empty

I live in a haunted house
Dusted old man's cup
Think I'm going blind

I live in a factory wall
Shelter all the scars
Think I'm gonna plough

Lately I'm a thief
Steals the pride of man
I'm an open hand