V.i.p.s. - Frankness Of The Pressthroated Person... lyrics

rate me

It's my arm and it's my beauteful eye

My compassion and my running sing

On and on I hear the noise inside me

I think to keep it or not to keep

I was born with a beast, with a hole.

Soul is hole

Enemy lives by my body

He steals my happiness

I don't belong to me

Blackness... Whiteness

Black pale on the fate

Blister...

Fortune...

Shadow...

Pickles...

Wind.

Take him away from me

Enemy lives by my body

He steals my happiness

I don't belong to me