Cold Bitch

Yeah, on your breast
I might lay my crowded head
In your light
I might bathe in cold burnt sweatIn your mouth
I might feel the serpent's kiss
In you womb
I might swim in fetal blissBut in your heart
I'd freezeIn your eyes
I might be your saving grace
In your head
I might say it through your eyes
In your lungs
I might stare between youBut in your heart
I'd freezeI would feed your heart
Take a vow of silence
And put your love out of businessBut in your heart
I'd freeze