Blood Brothers The Cecilia And The Silhouette Saloon Lyrics

Cecilia And The Silhouette Saloon Lyrics

murder = white out.

 cancer = birth blouse.

 mirror = perfect glass spouse.

 oil = sex paint.

 shower = water saint.

 Death decodes the howls from our hands.

 skull = noise nest.

 TV = fuck test.

 mirror = siamese gun kiss.

 sugar = birth bait.

 murder = loves fate.

 death distills the camouflage from our dance.

 death inverts the red from romance.

 Death x-rays the angels of chance.

 death; the anti mirror of infants.

 Like a picture hiding beneath the digital Avalanche.

 When cecilia's grave cracked like a dirt cacoon,

 she pulled up a stool at the silhouette saloon.

 The player piano mumbling crippled jigs,

 black widows knitting victimless wigs.

 When cecilia's throat slit like a second set of lips

 she drooled braille bibles onto the brothel bed spread,

 like an egg whose yoke defies child bearing hips.

 Like a ghost who fears all of the deceased and dead.

 (time eats the flesh and spits out the shadow like a useless wishbone.)

 But that locket spinning around her neck,

 whose hearth heats a dead valentine,

 you know the phantom trail leads way to a muted grave.

 Where is his voice now?

 A dead tone in the flutter of drunken wings,

 Where is his blushed cheek now,

 A face unraveled in shadow, veiled in blind laughter.

 Where are those sex ripened lips,

 his kiss print still warm on several necks.

 Where is love now?

 

 murder = white out.

 cancer = birth blouse.

 mirror = perfect glass spouse.

 oil = sex paint.

 shower = water saint.

 Death decodes the howls from our hands.

 skull = noise nest.

 TV = fuck test.

 mirror = siamese gun kiss.

 sugar = birth bait.

 murder = loves fate.

 death distills the camouflage from our dance.

 death inverts the red from romance.

 Death x-rays the angels of chance.

 death; the anti mirror of infants.

 Like a picture hiding beneath the digital Avalanche.