Nothing is solid, nothing is straight The creature uncouples itself to move Crawls on the air, scratching the light Spiraling down like the stairs in your house Blind, stinky, and cracking bones as a call
It vomits dust made of skin Malaise shoving back the whole From your basement, to your hair Even your feet on the couch It vomits dust made of skin Even spits up your dad in the sink Elbows and knees as veins An eye, a tunnel to draw men down
A cord linking the being to the clouds above Like a straw to swallow you Like a prey running to be caught And cracking bones as a call More of them are falling like rain Mud is defeated by their drool They drink it down, again, like a soup And gargle it before swallowing A jaded world in transition Exposed to the hazards of evolution
The wild not digested With the sound of gas rejected Soon others will transcend them With their crab-faces, screaming like princesses And soon to blow themselves for their god
Imagine a dimension for it to appear Leaving luck ripping off infinity Something around pictures a singing ape And now here I am to please youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
