(x2) I watch the work of my kin bold and boyful Toying somewhere between love and abuse Calling to join them the wretched and joyful Shaking the wings of their terrible youths Freshly disowned in some frozen devotion No more alone or myself could I be Lurched like a stray to the arms that were open No shortage of sordid no protest from me With her sweetened breath and her tongue so mean She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene With her straw-blonde hair her arms hard and lean She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh I Lay my heart down with the rest at her feet Fresh from the fields all fetor and fertile It's bloody and raw but I swear it is sweet With her sweetened breath and her tongue so mean She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene With her straw-blonde hair her arms hard and lean She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene     Leashless confusion I'll wander the concrete Wonder if better now having survived Jarring of judgement and reasons defeat The sweet heat of her breath in my mouth I'm alive With her sweetened breath and her tongue so mean She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene With her straw-blonde hair her arms hard and lean She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene (x2)