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Where the Wolves are Kind

Climb into my bed,
It’s time to slaughter the lamb

Come slit my throat with your words
Break my bones with your twisted sentences
And destroy me with your tongue

Come on, don’t be so sentimental
Are we not animals after all?

Please be my guest, be my killer,
Secret murderer of who I am

Then take my body where the wolves are kind, and let the snow cover your tracks.
Take me where the words hide no tricks. No trap. No puddle. No lake.
For no lake equals no drowning, and no drowning is good, because no drowning is life.
And life is ok

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Climb into my bed,
It’s time to cuddle the lamb

Come tear my skin with your love
Stroke my bones with your twisted feelings
I wanna taste your tongue

Oh come on be my animal
We are not so sentimental after all

Please be my guest, be my lover,
Secret murderer of who I thought I was

Then take my body where the wolves are kind, and let the snow cover your tracks.
Take me where the words hide no tricks. No trap. No puddle. No lake.
For no lake equals no drowning, and no drowning is good, because no drowning is life.
And life is ok

*

Come take my hand,
time to let go of the lamb

Come use the language of love
Dress me up with your twisted stories
I wanna speak that tongue

Oh come on let’s be sentimental
Let us be kind animals after all

Be my friend, be my lover,
Secret murderer of who I’ll never be

Then take my body where the wolves are kind, and let the snow cover your tracks.
Take me where the words hide no tricks. No trap. No puddle. No lake.
For no lake equals no drowning, and no drowning is good, because no drowning is life
And life is ok

Paroles : Cédric Duroux // Musique et chant : Scott Matthew
Remerciements à Gary Langol pour l’enregistrement et à Christian Jerger.

 

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