- Counting the Colours
Counting 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?
- Domus
Stay nowhere,
Words not fair.
Read all lies,
Between the lines.
Those bloody witches,
Just make the money.
You do it for them,
- Hemisphere
I 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.
- ShellShock
I 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.