Living Type

And you'll be there to break my fall
To reassure my doubts and faults
And all your fables will ring true
They are the lies you lean on tooThere's love on your breath
I'd better not say
About the blood on your handsYou hold the future in your hands
And sullen eyes soothe and command
A graceful mouth, your deadly tool
Too bad the truth has fallen throughThere's love on your breath
I'd better not say
About the blood on your handsThe incarnation of a Christ
ManipulationThere's love on your breath
I'd better not say
About the blood on your handsThe cross on your head
What does that say
About the blood on your hands?