There's a cut, there's a cut inside of me Find the salt, sprinkle it, and rattle me
Sleep is a welcome gadget in our head blind hood The crawling animals will seek all things warm, all things moist And I will relentlessly shame myself in rest and wake in front of My truly bored beloved here I lie in wait, hush little heart Still my sweating lips move my starving hips
There's a cut, there's a cut inside of me Find the salt, sprinkle it, and rattle me
Into a bright bound sea round in fury Our bodies will return
The creeper's blood is seeping from this undead wood and and let it pour Punish my forehead that in evenings dripped down over my jaws Give them writhe and splat their heavy feathers Lift my drooping head
There's a cut, there's a cut inside of me Find the salt, sprinkle it, and rattle me
Into a bright bound sea round in fury Our bodies will return
There's a cut, there's a cut inside of me Find the salt, sprinkle it, and rattle meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
