The stain
The blood upon her lips sustains
The teeth wash down the sink
The plots of the gods and the stars
Remains
You won't always know your way
You won't always know
Your way home
Obscene
The bruise upon her cheek pleading
The truth lost in the wash
Peck out the eyes of the locks
Released
You set them adrift
And lose them
You divide them in two
And rule them
You break them apart
And use them up
Lorraine Lorraine
You poison at the root
Lorraine Lorraine
You scold the gentle fruits
Lorraine Lorraine Lorraine
Lorraine Lorraine
You'll reap what you sow
She prays
Intent falls through the cracks ablaze
Burn the witch alive
Wrap up her ashes in locks
And chains
You won't always know your way
You won't always know
Your way home
Lorraine Lorraine
You poison at the root
Lorraine Lorraine
You scold the gentle fruits
Lorraine Lorraine Lorraine
Lorraine Lorraine
You'll reap what you sow