sick thoughts, evenings with alcohol, reading Nietsche, meditation, enjoying pentagram...
Lyrics
keep me warm (kamena) /emanuel, igor/
it can't be real
the whispers inside
by the way
it makes me satisfied
looking down
see the clouds
in sky of your eyes
meanwhile
I'm talking to funeral pyre
bye
letters sent
from oven to sun
flowers which gather on the ground
my body woke before the dawn came to my house
but it makes me wise
keep me warm - out of my mind - don't let me suffer
(babe) mother
my tongue
is my third arm
do you hear
swan-song melody
so I sat
stood up
mother don't you understand
that body doesn't give a damn
when you just feel the growing pain
but I'm cold..............................
