Helplessly held by the weeds, we are grown, I tried talking sense to you, leave it alone; I give in to the weight of the kick, So weary of waiting and hoping for this, The two of us alone, no-one else to see, I promise not to miss you and no more jealousy. Careful of my gender, it comes, how it goes, Love me tender so nobody knows, Nobody knows the trouble I seen, Each time they asked, I said something obscene, The splinters shower down, I shelter from the rain, Against the grain, against the moon, I waxes and I wanes. No ecstacy sent for taking a line, Right through the tokehead they rip, run and shine; I awake and the feeling won't drop, Each time they slam down, I swear I will stop, The two of us alone, no-else to see, The damage brings us closer to murder, can't you see? Here in my rocking-horse house, I keep the curtains drawn; Inside my little head, I hear them screaming out my name. Here in my rocking-horse room, I keep my syes shut tight: Inside my peeping-holes, I know that if they're empty I can sleep. Don't you believe her, deliver a shiver to me, Is this what you wnated? I'm haunted, my eyes grown cold. I still got second sight, I still can see at night. Here comes the enemy, the beast in me, Alive a little more, On my hard shoulder, The warning goes deeper than before. I still got second sight, I still can see at night.