level 5
in the center of the sound shell travel
through the darkness of a spinning wheel
til her ears are slowly dying
in this velvet she cant hear
and in the storm
thats carryin her
across the border
running upstairs
but she was always reaching level 5
opened chests are singing hymns of morning
its so strange to touch a sunbeam
with organs bare
shes cutting out her heart
to enjoy the silence
and in the flesh of death
shell see no sin
across the border
running upstairs
but she was always reaching level 5
Words: vogeltanz 1995
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