The Abattoir letra

Hold me tightly, curse my elusive grip
Once I said yes lightly
Now you clench my broken reins

A car park ballroom
A forested abattoir
A snapped new shoe strap
A silent wife

And how afraid we were
When we were small, of Mormo
She had huge ears on her head
Walked about on four feet
And was always changing faces
But when you mounted your husband’s bed
You forgot all about those things
All you heard from your mother

Like wet flour I will knead you
And your bowl will brim with tears
By my hand unholy vessel, what is broken never heals

Before the dawn you’ll bear my name
My fingerprints like strings of pearls
Your nacre flows below my blade
Sediments of pain

Like wet flour I will knead you
Woe
Like wet flour I will knead you
Woe
Like wet flour I will knead you
Woe

Maud The Moth - Letras

• 50 Cent Soul
• A Fox Tale
• Absinthe My Love
• All Over
• As Above, So Below
• As If In The Fall Of Trust
• Awakening
• Boards And Gasoline (The Key)
• Crossbows
• Ecdysis
• Eleven
• Empires
• Epoxy Bonds
• Finisterrae
• Ford Suite
• Good Morning Blackbird
• How To Say No (Indulgence Yunkie)
• Ignis Fatuus
• June
• Maud The Deer Tamer
• Mormo And The Well
• Motel Josephine
• Siphonophores
• The Abattoir
• The Mirror Door
• The Real Nature Of...
• The Stairwell
• The Swarm
• Turpentine
• Wanna Live In a Trailer
• You Go Girl