Jherome by Paul Devine

A lover's love is hate. Incurable the wounds they make
I'll say “they're mine”; my legal claim I'll stake
All this, of course I'll see, But what's well hidden
Underneath your dress blind terror makes me smitten

Eye for an eye
Keeps the world blind
Dig two graves please
One’s for me
Eye for an eye
Keeps the world blind
Dig two graves please
One’s for me

I sit and drink my poison and I wait for you to die
I’m as pretty as a picture and I’m gluttonous with spite
The acid of my malice will contaminate your cuts
While my arrogance collapses I’ll rub salt into the blood

Well I forgive my enemies but not before they’re dead
Stronger than a lover’s hate and venom and contempt
As I gaze into the looking glass and sleaze around my hair and eyes
My venom and contempt and spite are all ablown with flies...

• Alternative
• gothic
• grand-guignol
• post-punk
• progressive
• United Kingdom