godmund's words
She keeps all these angers
the song has filtered into idiocy,
her weeds grow inside her lips
the song has filtered into idiocy,
So told her stories
Silent nods the cat and purr.
a tune and a spell and a trint of quells
Dawn, and still, and light, and yellow Mediochre
and who else is here? a photgraph full of questions,
mayby its wrong.
and tells your time
destroyed his dirty grave. So noons ever scince
Now beauty. For Now PERFECTION isnt beautiful
the song has filtered into idiocy,
Sawed and stewed and mended
the song has filtered into idiocy,
her weeds grow inside her lips
the song has filtered into idiocy,
So told her stories
Silent nods the cat and purr.
a tune and a spell and a trint of quells
Dawn, and still, and light, and yellow Mediochre
and who else is here? a photgraph full of questions,
mayby its wrong.
and tells your time
destroyed his dirty grave. So noons ever scince
Now beauty. For Now PERFECTION isnt beautiful
the song has filtered into idiocy,
Sawed and stewed and mended