sand in my veins It's a deeper kind of slumber What is universe anyway But a pouch of silver coins The intense breathing Of a dying animal A foreboding
in the colour pot Centrifuge Restore amends For every spiralchange A snowflake bride A heroine (---heroin, psilocybin, mescaline, psilocin, fucking oxytocin bitch) A
Instrumental
even fool a clever mind Just won't forget their price to pay As silk betrays and truth unwinds Cling, cling to your mind, my words Never trust a foreign
Kicks this cadent purity Wraps this cadent purity
Overhead my spirit flies In plasticide and crimson skies Whispering winds in moonlit wood A totem oak once golden stood How I wish that you were here
Not far from where I live They glance in morning breeze As dividing tiny rays A morning tries to seize Greet me my proud little soldiers Of brown, purple
let the sunshine raving me Beyond the love I do behold A ken I saw, a fane of gold I'd seize in pounds our insane blend And phantom laid a smile I send
are slain by fiery skies And every word upon your spiraling cross Is but a misled sun, a bitter loss Inject us out of here All I asked for was a little
maculate slowly dyer Case my remains with sharpened brier Atone me to my throes curtail To dim and dire fields I vail And my ale's but a slumbering
Soothe my skin My sweetness of soul Your dream I dreamed Dear watering-hole A bride divine In ruby eyed crown Deep underneath Your soft waterdown I breathe
beach Surfing on his orbital rings A frightened mental vortex we'll be A sun we seek, a sun we flee A scar Upon mother earth A nebular each The desolate
sand in my veins it's a deeper kind of slumber what is universe anyway but a pouch of silver coins the intense breathing of a dying animal a foreboding
翻訳: ティアマト. 眠りの深い種類.
by fiery skies and every word upon your spiraling cross is but a misled sun, a bitter loss inject us out of here all i asked for was a little love but
: soothe my skin my sweetness of soul your dream i dreamed dear wateringhole a bride divine in ruby eyed crown deep underneath your soft waterdown i
a quark resolution of god an angel in powder snow symmetrical asymmetry a newborn star of logic a newborn star of magic take a shortwave frequency ride
slowly dyer case my remains with sharpened brier atone me to my throes curtail to dim and dire fields i vail and my eale's but a slumbering lier then
