A History of Violence versuri

A History of Violence lyrics by Coor Brow-Obles

We contrast the intimate and the violence
We experience boundaries to feel ashamed
And I wonder how you ever got so righteous
When the slut became the queen she won the game

And I can’t breathe this air is full of silence
I want to know the things you understand
But you can’t see this cancer grows inside us
Or what it takes to be a modern man

I can’t sleep anymore
Put my head to the door
Put my head through the floor
I’m coughing, I’m weeping
But I know therе’s always more
I know there’s always morе

My eyes are pinned behind firm innocence
I’m torn apart and rebuilt from inside
You pin the tears against my cheeks like insects
That stain the bloody hands I hide behind

Like animals performing for a voyeur
Our naked fetish urges well observed
Like a beaten child sitting in the corner
We’re stroking all the bruises that we’ve earned

I can’t sleep anymore
Put my head to the door
Put my head through the floor
I’m laughing
I’m joking
But i know there’s always more
I know there’s always more
I know there’s always more
I know there’s always more
I know there’s always more
I know there’s always more