| Damned, if I do and damned, if I don’t
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| I told you I loved you, I wish that I hadn’t
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| You don’t seem the same
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| I guess I know you too well
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| I knew I was falling, but I didn’t know how low I’d fell
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| Sister, oh sister, who told you these lies?
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| I haven’t got time to teach you what it could be like
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| To pull you from this, child
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| You don’t smell the stink
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| But your mind has found the bed
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| You think I’m all yours
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| And I wish that I were dead
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| The words were not your own
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| It was something your mother said
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| Umbilical bloodline, mind control
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| By the whiny chat
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| Sister, oh sister, I thought it’d be nice
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| That thing I felt when we first met just will not suffice
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| The glimmer in your eyes
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| I love you, sister
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| A bloodline to condescend
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| I thought so, sister
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| But I cannot pretend
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| It’s hard to believe this blood
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| This isn’t healthy love
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| It’s hard to believe this love
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| This isn’t healthy blood
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| Sister, oh sister, you thought you’re so wise
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| But we’re still fishing and coming from the blindest eye
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| A logic you defy |