The Sun Black Sap

It escapes from my mouth
As a thin and sticky trickle
When I’m furious to see you’re that atrocious
It gushes out in cascade
When I spell your name

The sun black sap…
(Until the roots wither
Until you flee from light
Until you fear)

I droned on
I spat out, in one go and only one jet
Behind the curtains Peter said
« I see no stain, no stain! »
Hold me, haunt me, join me now and watch the hickey (on my throat)

The sun black sap…
(Until the roots wither
Until you flee from light
Until you fear)

I know!
sin broke in and rubbed off partly
My sun went black, my sun faded sadly
I spit the black sap
I’m crushing you, you’re cursed with it
I’ve found a sin, stemming from my paranoia

I’ll see you on Sat…
Marge

You have slept more than you ought to
heaven's never been in such a sorry state
I'll be pouring scorn on you until...

Until the roots wither
Until you flee from light
Until you fear the night
Until my skin is parchment

(sweet children of the night singing)