Songtexte:
The Sound Of Animals Fighting The Ocean And The Sun

we tell ourselves We?re already in hell Blood shines upon us, it maces and covers. There?s a man that pours, Throughout the floor and door, There?s a light and

be shadows and holes. I, the Swan am beautiful and a desist in space between being and idea. I, the Swan am beautiful and phallic. Brushed. Neck stiff

Descended, so. Descended so, it's madness. Just so happens to be right beneath me. This is complex, as her head drifts by. This test is worthless. It

(Instrumental)

and on) [x4] The biggest lie we tell ourselves We?re already in hell Blood shines upon us, it maces and covers. There?s a man that pours, Throughout the floor and

in his hands, And ate of it. I said, "Is it good, friend?" "It is bitter ? bitter", he answered, "But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is

settlements and homes To look down on the ruins was to sympathize and pity All the suffering and heartache, all the graves and broken bones For buried