歌词
Like a windmill
I lift the venom from the mother's cunt
Fingertips embrace the swollen womb
That has become my soul
A shady tree and a broken rope
A vivid stroke on a dying breath
And cast the poison with chance
Knowing of my impending doom
And a short on a broken knife
Rectify the dreams of my past
In the presence of abstinence
To deliver the pain of deliverance
The haunted disintegration
I have nothing more to say
I wash my eyes with tears
Shunned by a thousand horrors
Tenderness sowing wanes
Reforms putrid and shattered robes
Somehow an injected deluge
The words of cursed dreams
An immature gaze to nothingness
The soul of something real
I have nothing more to say
