Из альбома: Rhythymnals
In love with their curse
Of true lovers reverses
In love with themselves
Reflections were false
Break a wound full of sound
They yearn to be him
A witch of the wild
Gave each a vial
Filled with a cure
The jittery toast
You can buy to their host
And then then we’re through
Gun gun gun for my walls
We are not bangers, we yearn
To make love to you, Ariela
True, here we are
Is it me? Is it you?
Oh, could it be that dreams finally come true?
We fell off, she felt cleansed
And each time with his hand to touch one of her breasts
Distincts to illuminate to crawl
As she rolled inside of the line
For the flies to understand the fellow
To be you
All those wonderful men to be
To feel one another with only themselves
To see
As they weaknessly smiled
The witch of the wild
Gave her a child
… Now damn with it all
No, no, not with a child
Quick glass, veldt and disperse
Can make love to me with a driridium girl
How far can I live without her
I’ll forget, forget your sound
You’ve gone out too far on this now
You can’t have your cake
You need it, you baked every trace of yourself with your word