the dreaded diamond - Alphonse Mucha | Текст песни

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• the dreaded diamond
• Alphonse Mucha

There's a hair in our mouths, I'm a cloud
You're the praying mantis I've been wondering about
Is it just me, or is it sickening how destructive I love to be
When I'm holed up in my house every weekend
'Cause I can't find nothing timeless to do
And if I get above reproach sometime soon, or ever
You know the first thing I'll do is inform you

Can someone pass a note
Write, 'I don't need to cry tonight'
Tell him hello
Tell him I hope his bed doesn't swallow him whole
And I've been eating as much as I said I would
And feeling guilty for feeling good

Eden berry, poison apple, ripe rust
Why'd you have to go and make gods of us

There is one very visceral string
It's pulling me to lie over the sea
I drink rapidly a glass of water and protest weakly
Absentmindedly, I notice there's a man, he's licking the ear of his woman
In the car right next to me
As I realize it's not brave
To be preoccupied with all the minor things in life
Like it's all about to capsize
In fact, it's just vain
To say I'll see you on the other side
In case our eyes still look alike
They sure do in my mind

Eden berry, poison apple, ripe rust
Why'd you have to go and make gods of us
Eden berry, poison apple, ripe rust
Why'd you have to go and make us

With brows this furrowed and fists so faint
I'd like to know
With brows this furrowed and fists so faint
I'd like to know