I am a stranger Lurking alone in my own vicious wilderness While the meat in my chest Squeezes and teases a hulking hunger Groping in motion Balance is but a shimmering notion And lurching compelled My soul in its special hell of wet mortal limits Perpetually thirsting
But i bask in a beautiful byproduct From twisting torque of dichotomy What my eyes do see In this spilling, dead wicked desert It dances Born of babble Is now raison d'etre for the rabble I sing my soul With tongue A sword in the sunlight Thrashing and flashing GlossolaliaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
