My voice is tearing walls with a sigh, She's coming back again - a stained knife. Her seeds of fire are screaming: "unleash your blood - your legs will follow thee" "know yourself"
my tongue has gathered all of my hate: I've scorned the stars, the clouds, as a true soul'd man. in truth, we lie more; tenderly it's the bitter hug of a mortal mouth so scorn the stars, the clouds, as true soul'd men Her seeds of fire are screaming: "unleash your blood - your legs will follow thee" "know yourself"
come close, "I know your eyes man" … sliding down come closer !I know your lies man! coming down, coming - your river will blind with thirst …ever the clouds "know yourself"
