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They brood in ecstasy, a thought to wrap your head 'round
The burn that earns the gleam, red crystals shine above a yacht
They put an axe in them, those ripe with complications
Like cars into a tree, I'll die before the fire's out
A hug I give myself, good ones can make me smile
Make amends to well fed men, they fatten more than feed
Clawed upon like guilt through time, or sleep collects to sheets
I built a tower, sealed the door, slept clear my memory
Pain stress and sorrow, from the world that blurs the me from me
They built advanced machines, I'm short a foot or two from proud
The crook that turns the key, some preschool spy they blew apart
That covered half the land, with spring's first white carnations
Like cars into a tree, I'll die before the fire's out
I brood in ecstasy, a thought to wrap my head around
- Album:
- Mess
- I’m No Gold
- Alpha
- WIXIW
- They Were Wrong, So We Drowned
- Miscellaneous
- Sisterworld
- The Overachievers (EP)
- Pro Anti Anti
- Pro Anti Anti (Remixes)
- Mess On A Mission
- Mess On a Mission (Remixes)
- Paste Sampler 134
- Les Inrockuptibles présentent : Un printemps 2014 -...
- Love Da Selection
- Rough Trade Shops: Counter Culture 12
- Rough Trade Counter Culture 12
- No.1 Against the Rush
- Mute Sampler # 1
- Brats (Remixes)