måndag 6 februari 2012

Gonjasufi: Feedin Birds


Corpse are vanishing, tress are whispering
Winds whistling, candles blow
Cactus sweating, sac dripping
Wettness settles in, amber rose
Use my hands, use my toes
Why cant you, use your own?

You stepped on me once again
Let's spread some love, mistletoe
You stepped on me once again
Spread some love, mistletoe

Breaking bread, making dough
Feed the birds, save your soul
Born with wings, angels now
Torn in between a painful role
Thorns that stain, as your halo
Heaven is high, and hell is low

You stepped on me once again
Spread some love, mistle toe
You stepped on me once again


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