Here we are my fellow servants Adjoin the grandest dance of elements Sliding through the excrements And grinding away to their merriment
The endless moves, beat that pulses Drains all strength, festers ulcers Wrought to ruin our frames contort Ashamed to break The Sleepless Waltz
To strings of sickness In triplets of madness Our limbs suspend like vicarious whores Then fall beneath the cutting floor
And though we're just drunk enough to ward off fatigue Disintegrate desire – stoic frames consort
Wrought to ruin our frames contort Afraid to break The Sleepless WaltzTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
