Counting the ColoursCounting the colors
For the normal limits to human perception,
I walkin in my skin of incorruption.
Can I give you what, GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT?
The song I hear, is talking to my blood.
Can I give you what, GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT?
Can I give you what, GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT?
DomusStay nowhere,
Words not fair.
Read all lies,
Between the lines.
Those bloody witches,
Just make the money.
You do it for them,
HemisphereI wish you were here, dear, I wish you were here.
I wish you sat on the sofa
and I sat near.
the hanky could be yours,
the tear could be mine, chin-bound.
Though it could be, of course,
the other way around.
ShellShockI cant stand, no longer,
You are my vice.
Cant remember anything,
Your lies, your eyes,
So drink me away.
Your degs is my obsession,
You are my lovely self-distruction.