Boiling Bitter Wine

Boiling bitter wine
To soak my senses dry
Boiling bitter wine
Should I feel something
When I feel nothing

A pawn at your altar
Your beaded forehead
What would you say
If I ran away
Before he placed his hand on my head?

But Daddy I'm a grown up girl
Beating a path in this blown up world
I don't need you to hold my hand
I don't need you to understand
I don't need your manufactured deeds from Above

I just want your Love
That would be enough
But how you forced it down that

Boiling bitter wine
To soak my senses dry
Boiling bitter wine
Should I feel something
When I feel nothing
So now I'm at the bar
Just drinkin' and suckin' tar
Yeah I'll have another
I'll take on you and your brother
You won't know what hit ya in the pants

Now I'm the bride
But I don't see you at my side
Bearing your babies but cleaning your ass
While you run around in that chariot of yours
I'm leaving now before I live the lie

The mouth of this bottle is cold
As cold as a fleshless kiss
The smell of this room is old
Staler than staler than this

Boiling bitter wine
To soak my senses dry
Boiling bitter wine
Should I feel something
When I feel nothing

Give me something to feel
There must be something to feel
Oh give me something to feel
There must be something to feel
Oh give me something to feel
There is nothing to fear now

'Cause I'm at my altar
Wearing beads around my neck
Aeons ago you were the ones absorbing all my health
So I'll bring this cup to my lips
And swallow down these pips
And one day soon I'll be growing vines of my own
One day soon your line will come undone
One day soon
One day soon
One day soon
That line will come undone



Credits
Writer(s): Sorcha Chisholm
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