In Lust You Can Hear the Axe Fall

where does it hurt?

without fuss, set my finger there

to touch it touch it touch it touch it

93 pounds, fetish guilt

grip the swans neck

and twist it twist it twist it twist it

who there is, who is not bored by this fate?

discolored at the bite of a pear

cut love me

cut love me into your breast

crush a pastry into your breast

wipe your hole clean, lover's blood

to have learned nothing

stitch it stitch it stitch it stitch it

tell me you are bad, busy witch

passive as a toilet

eat it eat it eat it eat it

who there is, who is not bored but this flaw?

discolored by the bite of an ox

slit make me

slit make me into your breast

and crush an ashtray into your breast

oh Mouchette can you hear?

can you hear the axe fall?

Jesse, ah ah ah...

in lust you can hear the axe fall

OH!