Weaning from Black Bordello by Black Bordello

At the gates of the underworld
They asked you why you turned around
Your coward eyes sank to the ground
You thought you'd heard your lover's sound

But what of the word of Hades
Or the vipers you put at her feet
You never wanted her to stay
To this you had nothing to say

She's weaning
A cloud of crows she swallows there
She's weaning
To vomit forth into the air

The Thames ran round the bend again
Towards the Margate mouth
To think those waters might've met
When I sent my siren south

The wind curled over the North Sea
Far from Eurydice
Ophelia drowned in the brook
With pennyroyal that she took

Try weaning
Before the vulture finds the nest
Weaning
Distill the lies I should've guessed

Sickness like a spider
The poppy comes to find her
With daddy gone and mummy sad
She laughs at all the fun she's had

I've ripped the tit out of your mouth
I've put black widows in your house
I've cried enough to thaw the ice
Believe I'm happy for you

I'm weaning
A cloud of crows I swallow there
I'm weaning
To vomit forth into the air
I'm weaning
My army flanked beside me
No more weaning when the dove lands on my shoulder
No more weaning when the dove lands on my shoulder.

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