Blood Bitch - Cocteau Twins

Blood woman

Blood bitch

There’s a corona

A corona swelling

Pressing hands

Against this scar

There’s no warmth

There’s no warmth to be felt

Don’t damage my altar

Don’t damn this cold flame

Neither one or the other

Has much form or shape

Cold burns powerful

Has powerful needs

Holds back

What’s my worth?

There’s a fire

I’ll paint the blood bitch

The blood bitch black

Left or curious

Your the same old son