The scent of my hands is familiar to men in their call to gargle on their spirits of fire, fire, fire who speak with so tenderly who speak with, so tenderly coax
The tinge of my eyes is familiar to men in their call to to their closetly homes Illuminate the words of the ghosts
The air is familiar So is that smell Dead boys cover their mouths Refill their quotas with vessels of earth and cry into bones
Dust of my necklace, familiar To culminated piles, To the culminated piles of bones that shift when the earth quakes It trembles, trembles
The scent of my skin is familiar to men in their call to gargle on their spirits of fire, fire, fire who speak with so tenderly who speak with so tenderly, coax
The air is familiar So is that smell Dead boys cover their mouths and refill their quotas in vessels of earth
Ears ringing, teeth clicking Ears ringing, teeth clicking Ears ringing, teeth clicking Ears ringing, teeth clicking Ears ears ringTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
