Cold Bitch

Yeah On your breast I might lay my crowded head In your light I might bathe in cold burnt sweat In your mouth I might feel the serpent's kiss In you womb I might swim in fetal bliss But in your heart I'd freeze In 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 you But in your heart I'd freeze I would feed your heart Take a vow of silence And put your love out of business But in your heart I'd freeze