There's a cold, constant neon flicker Filled with an odour of decline and sour liqour Where bodies intertwine and spirits linger I suck the blood of a left hand finger And with it I release my self-esteem A reason to redeem I'm a failure - I'm unclean
There's not an action I regret I light another cigarette
And through the smoke, I feel the scent Of something far beyond an incident A lecture for the trivial Artistic, not theatrical And she moves just like an erotic cabarét Leaving the lust for both happiness and dismay The softest lips, gold gracious fingertips As she moves, I watch her hips This is chaos, this is karma Coming down into a drama
This is what I feed on - I won't forget I light another cigarette
We inhale the honey gently Planning a smooth and thoughtful re-entry A first world war documentary With a touch of the twentyfirst century Two calculative wannabes Running dry on energy With poison floating through their veins Superficial intolerance Four blurred eyes taken leave of sense Intoxicated, in pains Confronting, colliding, exploding As if our lives would end this very day With lethal words that sting and say I've seen it all I'll take anything, come what may Given the world into my hands There's something I wouldn't miss The fruit of an evening like this The reuniting kiss
Take aim, fire - this is what you get We light another cigaretteTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
