The Bambir - Mouthworld | Текст песни

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• The Bambir
• Mouthworld

Those eyes made of glass
That beauty is cellophane
That form is a
Rhythmic passage
Meanings one beseech...

Raped muse
Multiple use.

This world in my tongue
Inside this warm mouth
Is like a half dead whore!
She roars, she crawls
She's a cold metaphor
Sucking my main vain…

Small grain
Can make a change

Mouth is world
And word is human
Because of the word
Mouthful of thorns.

I eyes made of glass
I beauty is beauty as sin
I passion is in pain
Self is insane

Word is a stain
A hurricane.