Forlorn Love (Henry and Karen)

Pulling back, flinch from the nails driven into your knees
Pouring wax, kidneys clamped like the snowstorm in your eyes - god damn this blue spire
This is how it happens, this is new man's catch
Simply grow them by the dozen before you slip into the new man's foxhole
This is how it happens, this is new man's catch
The stupid cupids grant your wish and summon sister's laws and cheat your way in
Henry murdered Karen and the spoiled son too, he knew this spider had spun a past vile