The Cure - p**nography (live) lyrics

A hand in my mouth, a life spills into the flowers We all look so perfect as we all fall down In an electric glare, the old man cracks with age She found his last picture in the ashes of the fire An image of the queen echoes 'round the sweating bed Sour yellow sounds inside my head In books and in films, and in life and in heaven The sound of slaughter as your body turns But it's too late One more day like today and I'll k** you A desire for flesh and real blood And I'll watch you drown in the shower Push my life through your open eyes I must fight this sickness, find a cure I must fight this sickness