When i was in riverhead
when i was in riverhead
i wanted to tell you that i was dead
my hands were cold and my lips were bled
When i was in riverhead
when i was in riverhead
my heart was extracted from where it lay
my skin was torn and peeled away
Nothing flows like the blood of lovers
running over rocks underground
when i was in riverhead
my throat cut open like a lily flower
on a thorny bed
My eyes were empty and my heart had died
my hands kept slipping on the rope i tied
When i was in riverhead
when i was in riverhead
i wanted to tell you that i was dead
my hands were cold and my lips were bled
on a thorny bed