neutralize this neural mess rundown rancid inertia containin' liquid doubts bury charity terms catch 22 curious disciple an alcoholic ego drama decadence
And if a ship meets your car You know you can't go real far Well they could treat you real nice Or put a tracking device Way down inside I'm checking
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Lo! a strange town, lying alone Death has reared himself a throne Far down in the
Sick of the sun Corroded by the rain Stolen laurels in felted hair Worn faces that have traveled a long way Wet rags sticking to her body Bruised skin
You're my fetish My favorite toy Pierced with needles I'm sure you'll enjoy Gagged and hogtied Spanked and caned I'll always savour your grace in chains
Air filled with sand lashing in my face I can't see you fifteen feet away I can hear you somewhere in the distance I have lost you The air is filled
You sure know the rules To turn all heads to your menu For this is all you show ... For this is all you have to offer As she grows pale and old This
Let them carry me away To any place that they have chosen for me One day I become the stream The stream that flows to the ocean The moment of peace Right
Mild rays of the sun will burn your eyes After dwelling in darkness for the rest of your life Mild rays of the sun will burn your eyes After dwelling
I enwrap myself in black sheets to match the sky And you would do the same if you just opened your eyes But lets stay like this for a while Let's just
Pouring whiskey in dried-out bodies Coarsely hewn by wood and love Deep inside them smolders slowly Thick as yeast, green bitterness Helpless, their
You cannot make me feel guilty I don't give a shit about respect I won't join your moral masturbation I'm the prodigal son gone off the tracks You cannot
Now is the end of the gentile Pluck aeolian harp, my child Beyond the lust of this moment Thin as a pine slat It does no good to call you mine You're
And if a ship meets your car You know you can't go real far Well, they could treat you real nice Or put a tracking device Way down inside I'm checking
now is the end of the gentile pluck aeolian harp my child beyond the lust of this moment thin as a pine slat it does no good to call you mine you
[music: Caprino, Bucci; lyrics: Bucci] Ithaca is hidden far, Beyond the horizon eternity awaits I feel burning desire To go where no man has gone before
