A Good Man Songtext
von Catcher

I followed the scent of a wretch around my head
He lives behind my stripped leather skin
Beneath my brow, lapping up the sweat
Hounding the trace of a beauty that burns the hand to touch
But only finding danger within my poisoned liver and the decay in my swollen loins
The weight of stains with passing each other′s stolen secrets
Tasting the sweetness of saliva that's been resting on the corner of my tongue
The fear of life itself that stunts the orphan fills the well and overflows into my childlike mind
He lives behind my eyes
The years don′t look good on me, he says
The diminishing returns of a life well lived and, better yet wasted
The stories foaming through the cracks on my face like pissing magma And wearing thin into the igneous rock of scars, blemishes, and the trace of lovers' past
And I will steal away into the night, into the morning to write my silly little words
While you lay warm and dormant as a memory in my sacred bed
My childlike mind is still following the scent of a wretch around my head
He lives behind the stripped leather skin that I strapped to myself
Beneath my brow lapping up the sweat
With a dagger in my back
The weight of stains
With passing each other's stolen secrets
To taste the sweetness of saliva
The fear of life itself in my childlike mind