Love Cuts - Ritual Howls

Let’s meet on the Dolorosa

Show our scars

This one I burned when broken

That one looks like a heart

Beneath us the road is weeping

Overcome grief

Your fingernails

Bleeding

Show me your teeth

It is rendered in violence

It is carved in stone

We are chronic romantics

Together we feel right at home

Love cuts

Can you hear the echo of pleasure?

Veronica’s home

The cloth, a place to rest

A weary drifter’s bones

It is rendered in violence

It is carved in stone

We are chronic romantics

Together we feel right at home