The Last Surrealist - In the Morning Our Bodies Will Be Nothing | Текст песни

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• The Last Surrealist
• In the Morning Our Bodies Will Be Nothing

Take my body
Take my mind
Bury me inside
A lovers body

Now watch me die
Watch me crawl inside
And create nothing from this
I have the gun up to my neck
I'm looking to undress
At the eclipse of the morning sun
All will be done
All will be done

My cock is drenched
In a mixture of saliva and sweat
I'll take this fixation to my death
As I drink away the spirit and
My self induced flesh
Enters a cold and dark emptiness

Come watch me die
Watch me crawl inside
And create nothing from this
I have the gun up to my neck
I'm looking to undress
At the eclipse of the morning sun

All will be done
All will be done

My self obsessed flesh
Enters a cold and dark emptiness

There is a softness to her breath
She's so beautiful and I wish
To embrace her but instead
I have the gun up to my neck
When I pull the trigger: death
It's the happiest moment of my existence

If you say you wish me well
And want me to live for this emptiness
Then I will likewise wish you well
As I fucking bury you instead