Saturnalia "26X32"

Paint, Paint me a picture
Of your torture
By Iscariot's kiss
Sister, familiar forget me

Don't! Don't you dare, tell him the truth
Sooner or later he'll be using it against you
His patriarchal retribution they say, he says
Is a symptom of her hysteric delusions

Paint, Paint me a picture
Of your torture
At the hands of Hughes himself
Lover, mother do forgive me

Oh, déjà vu perverted nostalgia!
I'm back at the scene of the crime
Searching for the memory I left behind!
The case has grown cold just as the truth begins to unfold

Save, save her from me
All along in the ninth circle
Yes, yes I know I've been here before
But blood on the matadors arm could only mean harm



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Tinio
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