Lletres: Swans. SKIN: Blood, Women, Roses. Still A Child.

the day i was born,
your shadow fell across my mother's breast
when i opened my eyes,
you coloured my mind
every move i make is by your desire.
every move i make is by your hand only
now i'm still a child,
now i'm still a child,
now i'm still a child,
but i'm closer to death
cover me in roses,
gently touch me while i sleep.
when i dream i'll dream of drowning in a pool of scented blood.
now i'm still a child,
now i'm still a child,
now i'm still a child,
but i'm closer to death
you said "take this, it's yours",
so i've kept it locked away.
now you're curled up beneath me in a pool of your own blood.
now i'm still a child,
now i'm still a child,
now i'm still a child,
but i'm closer to death
i'll cover you in roses,
i'll hold your head against my breast
when i dream i'll dream of drowning in a pool of your sweet blood.
now i'm still a child,
now i'm still a child,
now i'm still a child,
but i'm closer to death