Sticks like shame
your throat is full of dust
sticks like a name
that the tongue neither wants nor can
press forward
it will take some time
before you learn to stand by
you wake up in the middle of
a dream about a pig
may I congratulate you,
you are terrified with style
sticks like shame
it melts in your hand
sticks like a name
which the tongue neither wants nor can
press forward
it will take some time
before you learn to stand aside
you wake up in the middle of
a dream about a pig
may I congratulate you,
you are terrified with style
it will take some time< br/>before you learn to stand by
you wake up in the middle of
a dream about a pig
may I congratulate you,
you are terrified
you wake up in the middle of
ice cold and white
may I congratulate you,
you are terrified with style
may I congratulate you,
you are terrified with style