Bonaparte - My Body Is A Battlefield | Текст песни

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• Bonaparte
• My Body Is A Battlefield

Two eyes - a thousand faces
Two lips - they follow the traces
I can't forget, I don't remember neither
Tease like a traitor
The tongue is the leader

Sweat stains - not that it matters
What remains is perfectly scattered
Flickering lights
And it's all undulating
Amongst all the fighting
The forces are mating

My body is a
My body is a
My body is
A battlefield, a battlefield,
A battlefield, a battlefield

My body
My body is a
My body
My body is a
My body
My body is
A battlefield, a battlefield,
A battlefield, a battlefield

Two eyes - exploring motion
Two lips - the roots of erosion
I don't recall, I can't erase it neither
The hand is the vanguard
The land is the bleeder
Two eyes - over stimulated
Two lips - slowly saturated

This vast crevice
Drones in the distance
The last of a species
The scent of resistance
Sweat stains, desires have drained
Feeble attempts but still not satisfied
Everything is swallowed
At the end of the page
Fingers keep marching
Until I disengage

T-t-traces - my body is a
T-t-traces - my body is a
T-t-traces - my body is
A Battlefield, a battlefield
A Battlefield, a battlefield
My body
My body is a
My body
My body is a
My body
My body is
A battlefield, a battlefield
A battlefield, a battlefield

T-t-traces - my body is a
T-t-traces - my body is a
T-t-traces - my body is
A Battlefield, a battlefield
A Battlefield, a battlefield

Sweat stains - not that it matters
What remains is perfectly scattered
Flickering lights
And it's all undulating
Amongst all the fighting
The forces are mating