I watch the work of my kin bold and boyful 
 Toying somewhere between love and abuse 
 Calling to join them the wretched and joyful 
 Shaking the wings of their terrible youths 
    Freshly disowned in some frozen devotion 
 No more alone or myself could I be 
 Lurched like a stray 
 To the arms that were open 
 No shortage of sordid, no protest from me   
 With her sweetened breath 
 And her tongue so mean 
 She's the angel of small death 
 And the codeine scene   
 With her straw-blonde hair 
 Her arms hard and lean 
 She's the angel of small death 
 And the codeine scene   
 Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh 
 I lay my heart down with the rest at her feet 
 Fresh from the fields, all fetor and fertile 
 Bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet   
 With her sweetened breath 
 And her tongue so mean 
 She's the angel of small death 
 And the codeine scene   
 With her straw-blonde hair 
 Her arms hard and lean 
 She's the angel of small death 
 And the codeine scene   
 In leash-less confusion 
 I'll wander the concrete 
 Wonder if better now having survived 
 Jarring of judgement and reasons 
 Defeat the sweet heat of her breath 
 In my mouth, I'm alive   
 With her sweetened breath 
 And her tongue so mean 
 She's the angel of small death 
 And the codeine scene   
 With her straw-blonde hair 
 Her arms hard and lean 
 She's the angel of small death 
 And the codeine scene   
 With her sweetened breath 
 And her tongue so mean 
 She's the angel of small death 
 And the codeine scene   
 With her straw-blonde hair 
 Her arms hard and lean 
 She's the angel of small death 
 And the codeine scene