Not hard stuff
All we want’s soft touch
We need love
No, we can’t find something that simple
I could, I could
It’s a wonder what exists beyond the veil
every moment without you is a seizure
an epileptic time frame of shooting stars
No, we can’t find something that simple
I could, I could
No, we can’t find something that simple
I could, I could
I carved in mountains valleys
The satisfying blood-letting
Of a floating generation fearing disease
Ravaged, angry, hungry,
begging the tide of loveless seas
to release (my mistress and) me
Oh how dearly we depart in deafening darkness
To what seems in a broad sense to be
The greatest blasphemy

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