Snowstorm. I want the impossible. Boiling. I’m overflowing - but stay quiet. Got swept up. There’s frost on my waterless lips, And in my eyes – obsession!
“Watch out…!” “I will!… “ I want the impossible.
I was flying… But the chassis gave in. I was wandering, rambling. Unable to stop cabs, Tearing flesh from my heart. My spit laced with poison, I’m a despot - And you are my people.
“Watch out…!” “I will!… “ I want the impossible.
Snowstorm. I want the impossible. I’m flying and astounded Turning paraffin into turpentine. You know how to wound me; With divine blows of sweetness.