Concubine (III) Songtext
von Divingstation95

Cold bright moon
Yellow wallpaper

Your conscience doesn′t stand a chance
Against your appetite
And all down the river
Oblivious hordes of cyclists
Made Satanic
By the glowing red reflections on their bikes

Past the homes for troubled girls
In this golden world
Crisis centers
Salted earth
Salted earth
Salted earth


She tries to scream
But flowers come out of her mouth
I float down
The Mississippi River
Into this thresher
They howl and they moan in pleasure

Just when you think that you've found your way out
Some fucker sticks their swollen black tongue in your mouth
The shimmering surface of the pool
They watch you drown
Dead crows whisper in the breeze
Dangling from the trees

And all that you′ve learned
Is what you already thought
But we can work out a deal
Because this happens a lot
And everybody will get
What everybody wants
And all that it costs is

As far from sleep as I've ever been
I wake with marks on my face
The hurtcore freaks are at the door
I know what you people take me for


And it never ends
This godforsaken place
I wake with marks on my chest
I hate this bed
I get undressed

The boy upstairs is bleeding bad
Violet lights another candle
The men up there call him a whore
I hear it through the floor

The girl across the hall has fuckmeat
Written on her chest
And gathered round
A thousand mouths
A thousand years of death

I float down wolf river
I float down
I float down wolf river