Please have the decency
le couteau est dans le main, le coeur bat …
Don't twist, don't turn
Make the incision clean for my sake
Open my body and the revelation of the beating is faint
Now you can see all that I am:
The weight on my shoulders that I cannot continue to carry
The reason you should bend and break me
The clarity of just how sick I can really be.
Probe away at my lack of ambiguity
Analyze the absence of hope
You'll become surrounded in the depths of my cynicism
Continue to pry until it hurts, darling
For this will be as unguarded as I shall ever be with you
Finally you will find just why
Keep prying until I scream and cry
Come to realize that I am the nectar of forbidden fruit
I am poison
So poisonous to you.