Tortured Lyrics
and it was a Sunday morning eye think
and
eye think both my parents were still asleep
eye remember
eye was gonna play sick so eye wouldn't have to go to church that day
(don't stop)
(don't stop)
and eye turned over
and there he was
(my beloved)
(my beloved)
holding a pillow
he smelled of sweat & regret
and he said ....
shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Otep Tortured
