Your hearts murmur is angry electricity My busted, rusty bike chain is more and more like me
And I keep sipping coffee & all I taste is gasoline Wondering what things that become like me are like Who am I? Who am I?
I'm train tracks and nervous habits Endless static in the dirty air That spans corners and car crashes Drunk on love or brain damage
Your bloods boil is blackened fetish fantasy Heartless, faceless fuckers they smear on disease
Your souls belly is a whale harpooned deity The one that got away is becoming more and more like meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
