when you leave the night on contagions bind your double speak malice tends to choke my father’s grip but his hands are always clean walk towards the light convalesce your fetish in me you make me older swatting flies in the vaseline
I’m not getting any better in this plot of dormant wakes the thorns decipher, speak serrated from the figure of an eight
THAT'S WHEN I DISCONNECT FROM YOU
no turning back now, too many shovels past the rubicon must I desecrate it? why can’t you tell me where you’ve gone christened to die paranoia as hoaxing device just when i find out moira draws the moth to fire,
where the bluest burn of spirits draws the stem of hyacinth you will hardly ever hear it because the muzzle always fits
THAT’S WHEN I DISCONNECT FROM YOU
I’m a land mine, I’m a land mine so don’t you step on me, don’t you step on me cuz I’m a land mind, I’m a land mine and I can blossom in the pedals of an E.C.T. (Electroconvulsive Therapy)
THAT’S WHEN I DISCONNECT FROM YOUTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
