Slim Twig
Whiite Fantaseee
Steadyat a motorik clipthere's a man in a trenchwith a quivering lipwith swung-sling bladesto a switch blade-ci read it in a bookit's a white, white fantaseeeand then the sharp stair it sprang at me slowi need this white fantaseeei need to knowsaw four horses drowningand three without meni cried outbut i couldn't take him in"I pray to god, there's nothing below!"horses drowning in the amber snowthe skull of the star,marred slit right openfinger of my good hand, hiltedtook a bead as a tokeni scolded skinLetras de cancionesmy body was a chamberi held my breathmy body was a mangeri killer-carve it, i maim it to a treeit's a whiite, whiite fantaseeit's a whiite, whiite fantasee
From Letras Mania