Warm Wolves (Milking Mary)

Warm wolves milking Mary
In the skull of a girl made of flowers
My angel’s gone crazy
As her heart is being devoured
I treated you badly and
Don’t want to be forgiven
Forgot the taste of candy
Right after I lost all vision
The leaves are growing older
In the dark, I lie here beneath them
The sun smiles as it gets colder
More than once or twice, I have asked him
«Why can’t I stop thinking
And live pretty just like a flower?»
I question while I’m still drinking
And not kissing your eyes at this hour