Fistful of Hair

Bask in the pain, and the grime, and the ecstacy of mind
I wanna rest and reside in the gutters of your mind
I’m letting go. whoah
As you let go, whoah
With fake leather strapped around my neck
I’m on my knees at your feet, spit trickling down my chest
I’m going «oh-hoh», whoah
You’re going «oh-hoh», whoah
Down in the hole, where it’s bruise blue and rosy gold
Swallow me whole, I wanna taste you from the inside
Down the hole, where it’s bruise blue and rosy
Swallow me whole, I wanna taste you on the inside
I’m inside-out
Take a fistful of hair, take your soul and lay it bare
Because it’s on skin, and the marks are everywhere
I’m not alone, whoah
You’re not alone, whoah
Flesh of my skin, blood of my blood
Rattle my bones, drag me through my mud
Down in the hole, where it’s bruise blue and rosy gold
Swallow me whole, I wanna taste you from the inside
Down the hole, where it’s bruise blue and rosy
Swallow me whole, I wanna taste you on the inside
The inside