Song Lyrics
The roof-top eagles are watching me, it makes me sick
I stagger blindly and crush my teeth, i bleed in shame and rue and it truly, it makes me sick
I see their faces of fears and terrors, hordes of man as ants by the river
I stagger blindly and crush my teeth, it makes me sick
I lustily embrace her femininity, i lustily embrace her femininity, it s nauseating
the mocking grotesque of the stomach dancer
It s nauseating, it s nauseating, it s nauseating
I look into sincere eyes and bluntly lie, it truly makes me sick
It makes me sick, it makes me sick Mea, it makes me sick
It makes me sick, i see myself as a borough satyr
her feather-like touch to the chin is nauseating
It truly makes me sick, the syncopal s tear-stained confessions
I see their faces of fears and terrors, it s nauseating Mea, it makes me sick
I look into sincere eyes and bluntly lie, i see myself as a borough satyr
i look into sincere eyes and bluntly lie
I look into sincere eyes and bluntly lie, her feather-like touch to the chin is nauseating
It makes me sick, hordes of man as ants by the river
It truly makes me sick, the syncopal s tear-stained confessions
The syncopal s tear-stained confessions, the mocking grotesque of the stomach dancer
I lustily embrace her femininity, i lustily embrace her femininity
Her feather-like touch to the chin is nauseating, i see their faces of fears and terrors, i lustily embrace her femininity
it makes me sick
It s nauseating, the mocking grotesque of the stomach dancer
I look into sincere eyes and bluntly lie, it makes me sick
I look into sincere eyes and bluntly lie, the mocking grotesque of the stomach dancer
hordes of man as ants by the river