In Lust You Can Hear The Axe Fall

Where does it hurt?
Without fuss
Set my finger there
Touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
93 pounds
Fetish guilt
Grip the swan’s neck
And twist it, twist it, twist it, twist it, twist it
Who there is
Who is not bored by this fate?
Discolored at the bite of a pear
Cut «love me»
Cut «love me» into your breast
Crush a pastry into your breast
Wipe your hole clean
Lover’s blood
To have learned nothing
Stitch it, stitch it, stitch it, stitch it, stitch it
Tell me you are bad
Busy witch
Passive as a toilet
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Who there is
Who is not bored by this flaw?
Discolored by the bite of an ox
Slit «make me»
Slit «make me» into your breast
And crush an ashtray into your breast
Oh, Mouchette, can you hear?
Oh, can you hear the axe fall?
Jesse, ah ah ah…
In lust, you can hear the axe fall