Monks of Doom

Broadcast at Midday
Laughter on his breathThe smell of fish clandestine hitsThe thief he will aspireTo take the piece that he desiresContempt for the restKnow his past and second guessStill it's on his shirtThe telltale signs with which he flirtsAnd it's on the radio todayRinging in your ears it's in the wayHe won't be coming out todayFrom the void into the frayFrom a broken egg the storm is born today Eyes blind with rageThe deep caress of hell to pay She is all the world to all of meShe is fascination clandestineShe is burning nowBrilliant flames from off the bowHe is on the deckLetras de cancionesSailing towards untouched points westShe will returnDeep within our veinsWe'll add it to our tab and wash away She is now omnipotent to meEverywhere in all I think and seeAnd it's on the radio todayRinging in your ears it's in the wayI wonder what she'd sayBut her face is just a memoryAnd she hasn't got the New York Times to readIf May could see todayIf May could speak todayI know just what she's sayTo lots of folks you may be a saintBut a death threat still makes you feel faintIf May could speak todayBut the worms just eat awayWhat May was yesterday From Letras Mania