Recoil: Breath Control

So lets be done with this. You said I want you, I dont want another, I want a girl who knows how to suffer. Chalk down my hands, I need to work the bars dry. So now youre in the middle of someone terrible and youre carrying a tiny crucible. Every raw boy want relief. You tough guys with the glass jaws, your pins, your backstage laws, your French positions, your stripper damage. Its more than you can hide, more than you can manage. Im done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear youll be the last one. Im done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the black cotton mafia. You dream of a girl with silver skin, you dream of a girl cooled and thinned. Shes gone a bit blue around the edges. You want a girl who sucks her thumb when she comes, youre just looking for a clean sleep. She doesnt want to see you, she wants to be seen by the cameras, the crews and the soft machines. You want a girl who could suck the chrome. Youre so rocked and wrapped in anguish, some little tragedy Im slow to extinguish. Watching the suitors stagger home, now Im butcher, now youre bone. Im done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the black cotton mafia. Im done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear youll be the last one. Its documented, tequila scented. You want a girl whos pale and bled, you want a girl whos easily led. Her slim hips, your tight grip, tell me it doesnt hurt just a little bit boy. Come on, copy, she doesnt read you, she fed, fed the hand that bit her, she doesnt need you. Your fill-in girls, your soft metal foxes, your white receipts, your big, black boxes. Life doesnt mean telling lies, it means enduring what you despise. Im done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear youll be the last one. Im done, Im through.