Windows rattle with contempt peeling back a ring of dead roses Soon it will rain blue landscapes leading us to suffocation The walls structured high in a circle of oiled brick and legs of tin - Stonehenge tumbles
What about her? The wages of sin What about him? Well, he's getting closer And what about the bells? Nipples licking the clouds And what about the bells? Nipples licking the clouds Nipples licking the clouds Nipples licking the clouds the clouds
Everyone is standing in boxes pulsating with the silver needles I've got no name or box to stand in leading me to suffocation give of fire from her throne belching cloak/Electra Electra
What about her? The wages of sin What about him? Well, he's getting closer And what about the bells? Nipples licking the clouds And what about the bells? Nipples licking the clouds Nipples licking the clouds Nipples licking the clouds the clouds
We were made to fill our shoes with clay to sleep on river beds I awoke/Electra descending mounts the bridal gown of Jocasta Jocasta windows rattle with contempt peeling back a ring of dead roses
What about her? The wages of sin What about him? Well, he's getting closer And what about the bells? Nipples licking the clouds And what about the bells? Nipples licking the clouds Nipples licking the clouds Nipples licking the clouds the clouds the clouds the cloudsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
