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-blonde 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 fetor and fertile
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-blonde hair
Her arms hard and lean
She's the angel of small death
And the codeine scene

In leash-less confusion
I'll wander the concrete
Wonder if better now having survived
Jarring of judgement 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-blonde 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-blonde hair
Her arms hard and lean
She's the angel of small death
And the codeine scene