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There's a powdered sun dripping through a porthole In a set design Can you read your name It's been so long since we bloomed from the inside So where have you been since you fell off the flat edge Of a world under nothing sky You've been lying rye They claim men you dance under the moonlight Do what you think is the sum Buts it a flesh and blood of a Dismembered gone assembly In four thousands of your years Voice 1: you felt like history in your thighs Voice 2: you get four red candles Voice 2: on the table with your penis I arise Voice 1: you're the one that makes me realize Voice 1: with water flowing through to tomorrow Voice 2: glued to your addiction Voice 1: apples and cake must have been your mistake Voice 2: but the smile you send in my direction Voice 1: makes me feel like I'm alive Voice 1: you're hidden by your wooden legs Voice 2: you're my kind, you're my kind Voice 2: you always make me feel like a moon in my life Voice 1: staring down at the world's head, all the time Voice 2: it always makes me feel good to know you're alive, wrapping your Ties Voice 1: down by the whirlpool, I finally realized you must have built In your snake, your little dark house Voice 1: I've been insane well the time is slow Voice 2: I've been to a society whith you can't see yourself and you can't Feel sunshine Voice 2: and if you see me roaming the hillside won't you come along? it's A hard road to the top of yourself. you'll always be alone. Voice 1: the pope don't matter when the pawn is your sea, don't you agree? Voice 2: I like you in my love, feels good just to know I can love Someone like you. they'll make it hard for you choose. I can understand but When you see creation coming you close your eyes. and to you I'm sure it's no Surprise that I could be one of the dead. thank God my underwear's full of Lead without you. without you. Voice 1: when you're around I'm wound around your thumb. you wanna be numb ..."outside space" Inside the gun. all your different lights are one big fight against the Baby inside that you've mistaken for pain.