Babies born from and into light Deep shades of vermilion and turpentine Lives blossomed come and go in turns You raise what you can in this world I write with cloth covered wires in the walls Long forgotten sneaky cursive fire hazards In hopes of feeling it all under the skin The ecstasy, the drop, the routine, the dramamine
Highly fallible machines A dozen phallic monuments erect on city property Whose money is paying for whose wet dreams We come and dig deep holes at night You know i know you know what i mean We got basements filled with dreams, undreamed We are wired to toss and turn in turmoil, unashamed If there's one thing i have learned It is how to poke the fire until i burn
I am living in the moment of being slowly ripped open Many times, on the the kitchen floor, akimbo, in motion Still we gather ourselves to make magic from scratch Go begging for the gatekeepers to have our broken backs Dress the magic in something a lot more mundane Plate me on a stage with soft-spoken restraint
I am buzzing head to toe, eye to eye and thumb to tongue I am a live wire in the wall And the flood is coming If there's one thing i have learned It is how to poke the fire until i burnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
