Disintegration

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Disintegration - By The Cure

Disintegration
By The Cure

Oh I miss the kiss of treachery, 

The shameless kiss of vanity 

The soft, and the black, and the velvety 

Up tight, against the side of me 

And mouth, and eyes, and heart all bleed 

And run in thickening streams of greed 

As bit by bit, it starts the need 

To just let go, my party piece

Oh I miss the kiss of treachery 

The aching kiss before I feed

The stench of a love for a younger meat 

And the sound that it makes, when it cuts in deep 

The holding up on bended knees

The addiction of duplicities 

As bit by bit, it starts the need, 

To just let go, my party piece

But I never said I would stay to the end

So I leave you with babies, and hoping for frequency

Screaming like this, in the hope of the secrecy

Screaming me, over, and over, and over, 

I leave you with photographs, pictures of trickery

Stains on the carpet, and stains on the scenery

Songs about happiness, murmured in dreams

When we, both of us, knew 

How the ending would be...

So it's all come back round to breaking apart again 

Breaking apart, like I'm made up of glass again

Making it up, behind my back again 

Holding my breath, for the fear of sleep again

Holding it up, behind my head again 

Cut in deep, to the heart of the bone again

Round, and round, and round, and it's coming apart again

Over, and over, and over

Now that I know that I'm breaking to pieces 

I'll pull out my heart, and I'll feed it to anyone

Crying for sympathy, crocodile cry, for the love of the crowd 

And the three cheers from everyone 

Dropping through sky, through the glass of the roof 

Through the roof of your mouth, through the mouth of your eye 

Through the eye of the needle, it's easier for me 

To get closer to heaven, than ever feel whole again

I never said I would stay to the end 

I knew I would leave you with babies, and everything

Screaming like this, in the hole of sincerity

Screaming me, over, and over, and over 

I leave you with photographs, pictures of trickery

Stains on the carpet, and stains on the memory 

Songs about happiness, murmured in dreams 

When we, both of us, knew

How the end, always is...

How the end, always is...