Текст песни Bob Tilton My very own rope

Your beauty sang to me
I had my hands over my ears
Your beauty sang to me
I had my fingers in your wounds
Your song escaped me
I've torn away
Too many strips
How many strips can I tear from you
Until the skin starts to break
Nursing my own ugliness
My own disfigurement
My own nooses
Fashioned from my pretty lies

Mine is the rope that hangs me by the neck
Until dead