deer tick
stung
Lost in foreign tongues I was stung by your velvet touch Look to the eyes, so black They're so cracked, I was your last attack If you call on me Then I'm left to see No, I'll never be that man you wish I'd be If you call on me Then I'm left to see, No I'll never be those things that you should see See that boy sleeps Upon steel beams, he's made of dreams You look to the eyes so black They're so cracked, I was your last attack See that little man Running with his severed hands, No he'll never work in this town again See that little man He's got the severed hands, And he'll never work in this town again Lost in foreign tongues I was stung by your velvet touch