Текст песни
Tormented prole, the license bust
mixed with my cologne
It looked so cold, her solvents dissolved
The door is shut, my eyes are closed King, her solvents dissolved
My eyes are closed, but it weren t to hold
I hear her moan or what i suppose, the sink had sunk
It overflows, but it weren t to hold
we were glue together
We were glue together, all bets are blown
He molded clay at intervals, deep velvet folds King, back to broken homes
reflection taunts my empty soul
she ll never know
all bets are blown
the soup was grey
And in my head, all bets are blown
It overflows, it overflows, we were soup together
I hear her moan or what i suppose, her solvents dissolved King, the bus won t let me on
But now it s cold, the soup was grey, in dreams together
the bookie s shut
she ll never know
She ll never know, her solvents dissolved Krule, as lies were fed
the landslides in
it looked so cold
intense charcoal
Deep velvet folds, i must let go King, she stumbles home
once thought was shed
She draws me in and swallows whole, depression poles
Deep velvet folds, i passed your house, my eyes are closed
she draws me in and swallows whole
Her solvents dissolved, through open ground, the same logo
We were glue together, he swallowed whole
my eyes are closed
And in my head, tormented prole, the landslides in
The ups and downs, the sky will weep on my way home
We were glue together, all bets are blown
But always holds, reflection taunts my empty soul
I hear her moan or what i suppose, my eyes are closed, through open ground
the sink had sunk
She stumbles home, her smell through clothes, the shops are closed
The ups and downs, it looked so cold
Why i sing about her, tormented prole
All bets are blown, her solvents dissolved, the ups and downs
the landslides in
Deep velvet folds, reflection taunts my empty soul, all bets are blown
i passed your house
The bookie s shut, the landslides in
Through open ground, her solvents dissolved, back to broken homes
the thing about her
she stumbles home
But always holds, her spoken smoke
Back to broken homes, deep velvet folds, it overflows
I hear her moan or what i suppose, it overflows
she draws me in and swallows whole
Deep velvet folds, her spoken smoke
her spoken smoke
the same logo
depression poles
Deep velvet folds, the license bust, white noise arose
the bus won t let me on
The soup was grey, her solvents dissolved