even the rain can cut me up
Published Aug 15, 2007
'tears turn to steal and the wound never heals | in the darkness of november | well the witch is in the tower | and the snake's in the bower | and the hunt goes on forever | now the stake is there to burn | my father's robe is torn between cross and mother | with the blood on your hands come on | what you doin' | i am fed up with this questioning.' -tori amos