Show me your pale lines
lithe winter dancer, mine.
One more pretty face
driven to the brink.
Scarred without restraint
by another's rage.
I see your pale eyes
begging for answers, no.
Your parted lips,
let lies slip.
Tangled in your heat,
lost track of what's real.
Now you're grinding me,
underneath your heel.

Now you're grinding me
--flush on your skin
Underneath your heel
--nails digging in

Now you're grinding me
--don't ask questions
Underneath your heel
--take what's given

I am not the one
I am not the one
I am not the one
I am not the one
under your heel
under your heel

Show me your pale lines, your lies
lithe winter dancer, you're mine
Come and punish me
with your vacant kiss
It's the saving grace
of what won't be missed.