Weapon

Where is my palette
I'm white as rind
Parasites done come
Made a mess of my mind
And where is my whisky
Where is my wine
Jesus Christ I don't know
What to do with this blood on my thighs
I'm a shadow
I'm an echo
And i feel just like a reflection
I think I'll go
Naked in the snow
Searching for angels

'cause I couldn't reassure you enough
You know my invitations aint precise
And I'll cut my collar low so it makes sense
I'd give my body just to lose my head

Where is my telephone
That old land line
That would keep me waiting for your voice sometimes
And where is her throat
I wonder
And I don't know
What have I done with my weapon

Tear at my skin
You can have it
I've lost it again
Sick from habit
Lain with a witch thrown me into traffic
Hey I'll bear this infant
My love and i can share it