Kent - Dom Andra текст песни

A lonely woman seeks a man
Answer to: The heart tells the truth
A pessimist in his best form
I smell blood, the scent of sorrow
The lovethirst of an alien
A wonder who betrayed who first
Eat fat and sugar till you vomit
Or become a four-ton martyr
Sell yourself, sell yourself for a high price
Come, borrow my thorncrown
Suffer for the art or burn
I fight and keep the body warm
A dream of mothers tender hug
The lovethirst of an alien
A wonder who betrayed who first
And I'll be happy to become a martyr
We probably need a new one
Sell yourself, sell yourself for a high price
A middle finger to death
We walked over corpses
And put our love on show,
our rich inner life
But the plates to heaven
were sold-out when we arrived
And the price we'd payed
To be classed as an