Paola Degli Esposti

(22/03/1962 / Bologna)

Bloody Hands


It is my revenge
this hurting pain
that it is coming from
my heart through the passing times
Bloody hands
touching my white skin
Bloody lips
sucking my breast
Why do they want
to kill them
exclaim
i have noticed
many men
on the road
again

bloody hands
touching my white skin
bloody lips
sucking my breast

is it my obsession
rage
that is coming to my eyes
through the passing times
bloody hands
touching my white skin
bloody lips
sucking my breast

why do they want
to kill them
i have noticed many
men on the road again
exclaim
Bloody hands

On the road
they die one next
to the other
Bloody hands

Submitted: Monday, March 03, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, April 02, 2014

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melancholic then heavy, rebellious. Upbeat.lyrics'attempt on a music by M.M.

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